Cold, wet and miserable

It's a fairly long mid-week run tonight - 7 miles and I am not looking forward to it. Claudia and George have been to the Dr's and it looks like George is getting over an infection but Claudia still has an infection that has turned into Brochialitis. This means she has a really nasty chest cough and her chest is dipping slightly so we need to watch her closely and if it gets worse it's a trip to the hospital. This means feeding and bedtime has been a bit fraught, we're both anxious and an hour plus run is not what I really fancy. To top it all it's freezing cold and there's a heavy drizzle. However I realise these are all excuses and it's a slippery slope - the sooner I get out the sooner I get back. Seven miles is 2 loops of mile usual four mile route (if you can't work it out mail me and I'll explain). To save me standing in the rain I turned on the Garmin early and put it in the bay window, success it has picked up a satellite. Off I set and I am feeling surprisingly good. I can feel my leg muscles slightly from last nights fast 4 miles but this eases. As I reach about 2 miles and hit the Uxbridge Road I feel great but know I'm running too fast and try to relax. I am conscious that it was this type of training session last year - a fast session then a long one that caused my stress fracture. Still feeling good at 5 miles but am soaked through and really fancy a lager shandy (not helped by the various watering holes I pass including The Princess Victoria who are sponsoring me, though I'm yet to see this Matt ;-)). I knock off the last two miles and enter the house. My lovely wife Sharon has decided to wait for me to return so we can eat together, it must be love.