Yesterday's long run was a good one. 8.25 miles, slow but steady. Ran with Stephen - it is the furthest he has run in a long time - he prefers to run shorter distances but at a faster pace than I like. We are a long way off the pace we want to be at for Paris to Versailles, but hopefully we'll get there. I ran 3.25 miles this evening at what could be called a 'recovery pace' but was what I think was more a case of 'the fastest pace I could manage given that I was knackered!'
In other news.... Kitty appears to be having a lovely time in France, she's been up the Eiffel Tower in a thunderstorm, and is probably developing webbed feet from all the swimming she has been doing.
I'm reading a book about a serial rapist with a shoe fetish. I dreamt about shoes last night. Most specifically a lovely pair of Stuart Weitzman shoes (and matching bag) that I spied in Russell & Bromley....
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