Today marks the end of my recovery from Cardiff, and my training plan called for an easy 45 minute run. Fortunately, I was saved from the tedium of (yet) another looping run around the block by the inspired suggestion from Run or go Crazy that we turn it into a fartlek by going out alongside her children on their bikes.
I can now state, with confidence, that I can run up a hill faster than a child pushing a bike but I cannot outrun a child on a bike on the flat, and have no chance (unlike the super speedy Run or go Crazy) of keeping up with one on its way downhill.
In fact, while trying to catch up with said children on Wimbledon Common, I took my eyes off the terrain, was mugged by a tree root, and came down with a splat in an undignified heap.
Fortunately, the worst injury was to my pride, so after assuring the very kind passers by that I really was okay, honestly, I promise, and muttering rude things at the tree root, I got up, dusted myself down and carried on to complete, if not the fastest 10km run in history, certainly one of the more entertaining. Racing a child on a bike is definitely a fun way to add sprints into a run. Even if defeat is guaranteed.