Steps
5663 km 4.72 cal. 451 time 40m
Bonjour! For those of you who have been reading my
journey to 5k you might notice that I’ve jumped to week six… I have been running three times a week since
I last posted, but have had no time to write a post as I was (and still am)
heavily involved in revising my second DCI Alice Candy book. However, I’m currently looking at half an hour
of precious free time before I go running for the first time on the road near
our French house – it’s a 5k loop, fairly safe apart from local unpredictable
drivers, some of whom are well into their nineties and probably visualising the
road from memory (I kid you not).
Anyway.
I did my run around the garden yesterday (yes, I know I should leave a day
between runs, but my husband has promised to come with me today – he’s caught
the bug) with a new selection of music on an old MP3 player. Long overdue – how can we be so easily and
quickly bored with our music collections?
As the new selection is my husband, Al’s there’s a lot of rock, some of
it fairly violent. But on a ‘random’
setting, I got an inspired variety including Kate Bush, Ozric Tentacles, Johnny
Cash and The Cult. What’s more the sun
was shining, the garden was bursting with shiny leaves and emerging colour and
my body was functioning in all the ways it should. Bliss.
Hang
on a minute! This running lark seems to be catching. My son, back from uni only yesterday, has just come downstairs in
his dad’s best shorts, downloaded a superior app (mine is apparently rubbish)
and disappeared out of the front door a la jog. My other son is mocking all present while making a saussison
seche baguette with cornichons, onion, butter and mayonnaise. He’s already eaten a handful of grapes, a
banana and an apple. He runs like a
gazelle and is super fit and healthy.
And annoyingly smug.
So. Anyway.
I shall resist having lunch before I set off on a circuit that I will
hopefully be able to accomplish without sinking to my knees or rupturing my
enthusiasm. The plan is to start ten
minutes before Al, who will try to catch me up. I’m sure he’ll cheat, but I’m equally sure he won’t set off in
time to finish before me – he’s always the last to leave the house.
Wish
me luck. I shall have to do without
music. Might be the fatal blow.
I’ll
post when I can.
A la prochaine.
