The track, that is. It's been weeks since I've been to the track. What with one thing or another I've not found the time. Tonight, I made the time. After all, the clock is ticking.
It was a chilly one. Strange weather we've been having lately. Doom. The end is nigh - only joking - it's a week next Thursday.
We ran 400's, that's Sean, Rick and me too. The weather seemed to be affecting us all. I have to say, I was on particularly bad form. I only managed to touch 80 seconds once! Shocking. And seven was all I could manage. Although I did mostly keep to 45-60 seconds of jogged recovery. Still, only the phrase, 'very very poor' comes close to a valid description of my effort. To top things off, my calves are really tight now - doh.
Anyway, I'm busy planning where to run tomorrow. Not actually right now - since I'm busy typing this, but just before I started typing and right after I finish I shall be planning. I intend to run direct from work and put in an hour+ before driving home. Just got to work out somewhere good to run between Bristol and Gloucester...