Running in my home town

Tues: Out with my youngest Bro Derek for an easy run. We headed off down to the Balheary football pitches (where I played soccer as a kid) and included a few laps of the pitches in Finns (where I played Gaelic as a kid). The pace was easy (around 4.40 km/m) until we decide to head back home. As I was just off the plane I didn't want to push but I couldn't let the young lad get home before me. For the last km the pace dropped to 3.20 km/m and with 400m left I just couldn't drop him. He put the foot down and left me for dead. All up around 11k.
Can't really blame the jet lag as I felt fine running, all I can say is that it won't happen again. Fair play to him, he was telling the whole family that I couldn't keep up with him.

Wed morning: Didn't sleep great, so I woke young Derek at 7am and told him I was heading out for an easy one. He jumped out of the bed and off we went same route as Tuesday. It was a beautiful morning and it was great running on the soft green grass of home. I had the garmin with me and I was keen to keep the pace a little faster than yesterday (4.20 pace), we wound up with around 1.5k left, I couldn't believe he was still with me with 500m left, I put another kick it and thank God I dropped him. He was shattered at the end. I told him I was fine :)

Wed afternoon: Decided to head up to the airport and get a track session in. I ran from home, can't believe it's only 6k from the house and opted for a pryamid session of sorts. There was a gale blowing so it was pretty difficult out there but I enjoyed running on the soft springy track.
3 by 400m (60 sec recovery), 3 by 800m (2 mins recovery), 2 by 1200m (2 min recovery), 1 by 800m, (60 sec) 1 by 400m).
400s were run in 74 sec apart from the last one in 69 sec (the young fella showed up as the side of the track so I really pushed the last one). 800s in 2.35 and the 1.2k in 3.50). I was glad the bro was there as I took the lift back home. Meeting up with Enda in the morning for a MLR....