The Boat House - Marathon J

Well the manageress from La Carla and The Bastile before that is now at The Boat House and finally they have turned a corner, the staff seem to care and give the appearance of knowing what’s going on. The result was a thoroughly nice evening with the Luxon's which gave rise to the problem of over indulgence, we really had to do that last bottle of red, impacting my running performance on Sunday.
Sunday came all too quickly, in bed there were a million reasons to stay put and only one to get up, slowly I got up, put on my neon running shirt heart rate monitor and shoes. I stabbed at Garmin 405 again but try as I might could get the display I wanted, time of the run, distance and pace, surely it must be able to do that! The run it’s self was horrid, but i had not prepared at all for it, firstly my virtual running partner whizzed off and I could not catch him, I felt dreadful, I even had shin splints for a while, where did they come from, the alcohol from the previous night was pouring out of me and the running was slow. I hit Mont Fallu and almost stopped, boy is that steep, running past Jacksons, again, (about 4 miles into the run) my pace quickened, only slightly, soon after I was on the railway walk and it was all down hill to the Boat House to retrieve my car from the night before.

Depressing stats
1hr 23min
9 miles
149 bpm
1124 calories
9.12 min mile average pace

My shoes look well worn now I look at the heels, so I'm going to do as the doctor ordered 6 months ago and get a custom fit pair.

I ran with a back pack for the first time to see how it felt, in summary it was ok, will try to load it up with food for the next long run.