having a Sunday run – with my daugher’s permission
A handful of days recovering from my run on Wednesday and I mustered up the energy to go for Sunday run.
My little girl and I were having a sleepover round my Mum’s and when I asked if she’d be ok with my going out on a run on Sunday she replied “as long as you’re not gone long”… awwww. So armed with that thought I got up a little earlier than her on Sunday morning and dodged off down to Seaton for an early-ish jog-run along the sea front.
The cold sea air and brisk winds must have been a claxon call to walkies for the dog owners of Hartlepool and Seaton, they were out in force, the sea front being besieged by them. This wasn’t a problem though as today all the dogs were on their best behaviour and there were no long leads stretched across my path for me to leap over. There were a few runners scattered about too but the dog-walkers had conquered the boulevard today by a country mile.
It was such a bright cold morning, the sun was still low in the sky and there was a nippy breeze. Sunglasses and long running bottoms were the order of the day, it was crisp and beautiful and the sea was a cold grey with none of the beautiful colours of the sunset the other day.
I set out with a decent pace with the wind behind me, I quickly got a little out of breath and slowed down only to add a bit of pace near the two third of a lap marker. I didn’t do too bad on the first length however but on turning around I was met by a handy little headwind. I puffed back at a comfortable pace and easily beat my last mega-slow time, I was still well behind my best but it was at least an improvement on last time.
I rested up after the run, took a few pictures of the sea front and one or two of me looking old and severe in my sunnies. I got in the car, headed back to my folks and found my little girl up and waiting for me.