Parkrun 27: 34.54. Age-graded: 44.41%

Urgh. Neither my heart nor mind were in it this morning. I set off from the back of the pack plodding and I kept on plodding. Strange, because I actually felt OK afterwards, but I just couldn't push myself any harder during the run. My hip was giving me a bit of grief too, which didn't help.

I walked until nearly the top of the hill after the steps, but got plodding again without trouble.

I was pacing with a nice man called Alan for the last kilometre, and I managed to push out from him to the finish.

Today's excitement involved the timings from last week being accidently uploaded, and so our emails were sent out with the wrong times (mine was 33.05, which really didn't seem right).

Oh well, it's all about fitness, isn't it? Just keep running. . .

Parkrun 26: 33.25. Age-graded: 46.38%

And back to slow again.

Admittedly, I had a few days with too much food and not enough activity this week, so my fitness really isn't where I want it to be.

I set off too quickly as well, and then faded near the end (with lots of people overtaking me).

Parkrun 25: 32.34. Age-graded: 47.59%

That's better, some progress. I seem to have finally broken through that ceiling.

It was a cool morning, but deceptively hot on the course.

I took off OK, though not particularly fast, and managed to keep it up until just before the steps. I pushed through the lethargy, though, and went up the steps fairly strongly. I took about half a dozen steps walking afterwards and got back to it. Twice people cut in front of me and slowed down. Annoying.

On the way back up the Rye, I paced with a nice woman who asked me to carry her. Amusing conversation.

I kept it up to the finish, but felt a strong wave of nausea just after stopping. It passed quickly. Jamie was scanning barcodes - it was good to see him.

Anyway, pleased to be back on the road. Running in the gym seems to help.