Shorts

So night’s run wasn’t *quite* four miles.  It wasn’t *quite* to the end of the road.  I intended to go out to test run the shorts I bought for the marathon, and break my trainers in.  I got home, changed, fed the cat, and headed out.  Chose my music and started jogging down the road to warm up.  And then stopped.  Stopped the music, took my headphones out and called my sister to give her the shorts report.

I won’t go into it in detail but those shorts were intent on going places that was never intended for them.  EXCELLENT decision to give them a test run (see what I did there?) the week before the race – I literally couldn’t get to the end of my road, they were so annoying – but now I’m back to running (kit) spare one.  I’m still dithering over just wearing a pair of full length leggings, but I am slightly worried about a) how hot it’s going to be out there, and b) whether I’ll get a really dodgy tan mark from Capri leggings that’ll last all summer.  I realise that my second reason is vain, but Vic said she had this for months last year after the VLM and I don’t want to play that game.

So full lengths or capris…?!  Think I might make an emergency trip to Sweaty Betty tonight before dinner to see what they’re offering as I need anything new to test drive tomorrow on my LAST LONG RUN BEFORE SPAIN. 

Planning to run to Battersea Park and back before meeting friends for coffee.  Then we’re cheering for the Head of the River Race, and once that’s done (five miles on the pain train), the husband and I are heading to Twickenham for the match.  My Irish husband and me.  Fingers crossed there’s no fighting, although he has called in for shamrock reinforcements to be sent over from Cork…..