Twenty Miles through Woodeaton, Noke, Beckley, Holton, Shotover
Despite two pints on Friday night I made it outside at 7.30 for the first of five 20 milers in the next five or six weeks. Decided on the door-to-door country route taking in just the one hill, at Beckley. A grey morning, the earth still wet and the fields all clarty. Saw not a soul until I re-entered Oxford at Shotover. A very slow start because of the terrain, but once I hit the downhill tarmac at Shotover I picked up the pace, trying out the MacMillan technique of running your last five miles at marathon pace-ish. All felt great this week, and a smug feeling of satisfaction stayed with me all day as I attempted to do some work but kept half an eye on the rugby.
Tags: long-run