Day 19 - Dilation and compression of time
Saltfleet - Wootton 50.95 km (710 km done)
Start Time - 8.32 am
Finish Time - 4.25 pm
Moving time - 6 hours 43 mins
Average - 22 C
Min - 18 C
Max - 27 C
Support runners today
So... In all honesty I'm struggling to know what to write today. The morning fatigue seems to be becoming a bit of a pattern, with my general mood being low until around 1200 and then it picks up until the end. Luckily this does not seem to impacting my running and today was a smooth day out. John and I seem to be in a real rhythm now with CPs being very organised and smooth. My body seems to be, currently, getting stronger day by day and tolerating the load well. With only minor aches and niggles, which are manageable now.
Apart from 10 km when Julie joined me (thanks Julie) I spent most of today alone. I've not had long stretches alone for a week, so it was reassuring that I could still move well on my own. Having run alone during the vast majority of my training, I am surprised how much having support runners helps me along. I am usually a pretty solitary runner in training and in racing. I like chatting to people in races, but quite often spend large amounts of time alone. People ask what I think about when running, and a lot of my thoughts are about the running it self. My breathing, how I'm feeling moment to moment, where I am going, whether its time to eat or drink. If I have music on I may sing along to the song or listen to it a bit. I really try to look up and look around me and take in what I am seeing. However, for large portions of time my mind just empties and time passes, the seconds flow into minutes which in turn flow in to minutes and before I know it I have been running for 4/6/8 hours and although the start of the run feels a very low time ago, the time passes easily. The passage of is strange has been strange on this run, the start feels like a life time ago, where as each day flies by. I have always been curious about our perception of the passage of time and how minutes can seem to elongate and yet hours can seem to pass in the blink of an eye. I wonder why this is? Answers on a postcard to...