Pounding the streets

But only for 50 minutes this evening. Having left the clubhouse with the group that appeared to be either a) in a real hurry to get somewhere or b) chased by something with very sharp teeth, my legs caught up with me somewhere just after Millennium Bridge and started complaining about the abuse they were getting. As I wasn’t the only one in the same condition, the group gradually fragmented, and I ended up with a minor gaggle cutting things short and heading down Ousegate rather than making the whole (and much, much longer) city centre loop.

If the initial pace had been a bit slower I’d probably have managed to push things out a bit further, but I was into my mid-run stride by the time we’d turned the corner past the northern end of the racecourse. That’s about 3 miles sooner than it would normally happen, which wasn’t a good sign. Sub 6-minute miles are all very well, but only for short distances.

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