Ah, New Year’s Eve. A day full of hopes and ambitions waiting to be crushed. Last year I was in Houston and stayed in with my brother watching trash TV and eating pumpkin spiced pancakes. This year? Well, it’s 8:40pm, I’ve just stuffed my face with pasta, butter and cheese, and I’ll probably crack open the bubbly for a sly glass or two before hitting the snooze pad. The joys of jet-lag. At least my plans wont be detrimental to my scheduled run tomorrow.
This morning I managed 12k. I had to leave at 5:37am, just as the sun was rising, in order to catch the last of the ‘cool’ air (24 degrees at the start). I ran a similar route to my 11k, including the old track, but managed to run a bit further to round the run up to 12k. Along the route I noticed the shopping trolley I had noticed on my first run. I had seen a few more shopping trolleys during my stay, so I decided to take a photo every time I came across one. This forced me to take more camera stops than I thought possible. For the sake of brevity, I have omitted the photo of the shopping trolley from my last run.
The 12k today was also much easier than the 11k the day after I arrived. Probably since I had time to acclimatize to the heat. Probably also due to the fact that I hadn’t just stepped off of a plane after a 30 hour journey. My heart rate was lower, I didn’t feel tired, and when I got back to the house I didn’t feel like I was completely spent. Good news as 12k is about 7.5 miles. I would like to comfortably run 10 miles by the end of January.
Tomorrow morning I hope to be doing the same thing I did on January 1st, 2011: running. As long as I can rack up 10k, I’ll be happy. After all, it is a holiday and I’m entitled to take it a bit easy.