Its 11:50pm on Sunday night and I have just come home from a 90 minute run. I had intended 60 minutes but it was a fantastic night and I couldn't resist carrying on. Warm and still with hardly any cars on the road. The only issue was that one road that I include in a longish run has absolutely no streetlights at all. I had only run this during the day and so was completely unaware until it was too late. As I turned into the road I was accompanied by a long stream of cars who generously provided enough light to see my way. However, after a few minutes the cars dried up and I honestly couldn't see a thing. I had to slow my pace to a shuffle. It was quite disconcerting to be risking all of this training by tripping over a hole in the pavement. When I turned into a lit street I was very relieved.
Earlier in the evening I had managed a 70 minute bike ride. Heading over to a hero of mine, Jamie who has recently come back from a rather impressive section of the Tour de France. I took a few minutes out to hear tales of the mountains that made me feel very humble and my venture sound a little tame.
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