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Always make time for an ice lolly!

I don't do that well in the heat and I can get sunburnt on a cloudy day in Manchester... so when the weather forecast for Easter Weekend predicted "the hottest Easter on record" I wasn't really doing a happy dance when I thought about my running my weekend running plans.

With just three weeks until my ultramarathon, this was scheduled to be another big weekend of running (after 50km last weekend).

But then the sun came out and I started sneezing... not really a good combination.

Time for me to make some adjustments to my plans.

I've still got close to 40 miles for the week (with another run planned for Easter Monday) but I've run slower, walked more, taken extra breaks in the shade and done everything possible to make sure I stay well-hydrated and avoid the dreaded sunburn. I've not worried about what my watch said about mile pace or split time; slow down, smile and breathe.


And whilst running in the sun can be tough, it does have some positives.... like stopping for a mid-run ice lolly. I don't think anything has tasted much better on a run before... and the five minute walk-break to savour it was much appreciated.



Another week of training completed... hopefully it will cool down a bit next week (and on my race day) but even if the sun comes out, I know I can keep on running.

And I'll definitely make time for an ice lolly!

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Thanks to running buddies Liz and Jane for keeping me company and to Jen Riley for inspiring the title of this post!


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  1. I've had too many ice creams and chocolates this weekend and feel very fat

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