Better.

Saturday and Sunday were frustrating running-wise, because I just couldn’t risk going out. On the plus side I spent the time with my family, getting up early with my son to play (and have him beat me at) FIFA 13, and generally chilling out.

Monday, I had the day off on holiday from work and around lunchtime I went to Horsell Common determined to do a 10-mile walk. I couldn’t run, but I wanted to do then next best thing: a good-paced walk, at least 4 miles per hour. 2 and a half hours on my feet, good ultra training I thought. It was muddy as all hell, flooded in the most part. I trudged around, feeling like I was the only one on earth for most of the time – there must have only been half a dozen people in the whole place, but then again it was thundering and the air had that strange colour so I’m not surprised people stayed away. I tentatively stepped for the first hour, and then once my feet had got completely soaked I didn’t really care, so just splashed through the almost knee-deep puddles in places and had great fun.

Note: the DryMax socks I’d bought are definitely not waterproof. Neither do they claim to be, but they do say that they will keep your feet dry, which isn’t the case. Still, I had no blisters afterwards, and I did the 10 miles in just over 2 and one quarter hours, so pretty good overall.

Tuesday I rested (at work), and Wednesday I went to the gym to do some 4 miles of intervals on the dreadmill. It was the only time I had, really. Thursday I did some core work, and Friday another 4 miles. All good.

Total miles planned: 34

Total miles actual: 18