I was going to run at lunchtime but work intervened. I decide to run back from Grove Park. I zoom properly fast down to Cannon Street. Maybe the staleness has subsided?
On the train, as it reaches London Bridge, the heavens open with rain and hale stones. I think I am going to get wet. By the time I reach Grove Park the sun is back out.
The run is hard as it is into a strong headwind. I lack motivation but plug on. At home I check the run time, and it's not as bad as I thought it would be.
I'm not too concerned by how hard it felt. I know come race day the motivation will be there and the hours of training will pay off.
4.5 25:20
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