Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Today I should have run fifteen miles; instead I ran three. And those are the only three I have run this week. My asthma has been bad, so I went to the doctor, who prescribed a ten day course of prednisolone, with instructions to run gently. So I cancelled today's long run, and I've pulled out of next week's Sussex Beacon Half Marathon, though I've volunteered to marshall instead.
I may be able to substitute the Eastbourne Half for the Brighton event, and when I think about it, my training for London covers sixteen weeks, that is 112 days, so I can manage ten days of easy running. As it's half tem and I'm at home, I'm going to alternate running days with swimming days, and maybe go along with the Seaford Striders on Wednesday night.
The three miles I did today took me along Chyngton Road, up Seaford Head and back along the cliffs. I felt a little weird afterwards, and my legs were tired.
Time: 30:42
Distance: 3.01
Pace: 10.12
Ten weeks till the London Marathon
Two weeks till the Eastbourne Half Marathon
Four weeks till the Hastings Half Marathon
