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Running in the city is something I was not really missing. When I cannot choose the surface I’d like to run on I try to be as less picky as I can. I am in London city and, to be honest my running experience is going beyond any expectation.
First I forgot my running headphones and I could not play any music during my workout. That's a good thing since I pay better attention to the numerous hitches that definitely come from bikes, cars or buses. Running in the city is not a joke. Running in London is even harder due to the fact that, well, I have no clue where I am running. I just keep moving forward towards the unknown.
My hotel room is two minutes from Kings Cross station and I am usually taking the St. Parnas road that takes me a bit out of downtown.
One more thing; running on the pavement is not really my favourite.
Yesterday, saturday 14th I decided to go out for a run before having breakfast. That helps educate my body to go on low fuel and metabolise fat faster. It's like simulating to "hit the wall" after a 25 km run during a marathon. Not something I do everyday, and you shouldn't either. But I have it in my schedule.
The first part of the run was quite a slow pace, exploring the environment, measuring the new hitches and the noise of the city. It was like getting familiar with a very aggressive wild animal, after I ended up in his nest.
The second part of the run was pretty fast. I realised I was pacing between 3'50 and 4'00 per km only at the end of the workout, and I was doing it for a while. When I looked at the timer I was surprised to read that the last 7 km were covered in a bit less than 28 minutes.
I got back to the hotel room at dawn, when the city was waking up and the first cars were honking their horns at me, reminding me of one very fundamental thing: I was running in the wrong direction.
Running in the city is something I was not really missing. When I cannot choose the surface I’d like to run on I try to be as less picky as I can. I am in London city and, to be honest my running experience is going beyond any expectation.
First I forgot my running headphones and I could not play any music during my workout. That's a good thing since I pay better attention to the numerous hitches that definitely come from bikes, cars or buses. Running in the city is not a joke. Running in London is even harder due to the fact that, well, I have no clue where I am running. I just keep moving forward towards the unknown.
My hotel room is two minutes from Kings Cross station and I am usually taking the St. Parnas road that takes me a bit out of downtown.
One more thing; running on the pavement is not really my favourite.
Yesterday, saturday 14th I decided to go out for a run before having breakfast. That helps educate my body to go on low fuel and metabolise fat faster. It's like simulating to "hit the wall" after a 25 km run during a marathon. Not something I do everyday, and you shouldn't either. But I have it in my schedule.
The first part of the run was quite a slow pace, exploring the environment, measuring the new hitches and the noise of the city. It was like getting familiar with a very aggressive wild animal, after I ended up in his nest.
The second part of the run was pretty fast. I realised I was pacing between 3'50 and 4'00 per km only at the end of the workout, and I was doing it for a while. When I looked at the timer I was surprised to read that the last 7 km were covered in a bit less than 28 minutes.
I got back to the hotel room at dawn, when the city was waking up and the first cars were honking their horns at me, reminding me of one very fundamental thing: I was running in the wrong direction.
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