Training Day 14: 9.5km, 54min

I did it - and am back, for real.
4.59am the alarm went off and I was out of bed and into my gear. Actually, I grabbed the torch first - no electricity, never mind that the security light 5 or so metres away was so bright you'd think it was 1,000W-strong.
Groggy, cursing KPLC, thinking of that contract I was to sign hours later and how broke I seem to be of late, I staggered out of the warm house into the chilly morning. My mind was on the run ahead.
Usual routine - walk half a kilometre to my starting point ... and let go.
I last ran on Sunday but it felt like I'd run two or three hours before - the shins were taut, the heel was 'burning' etc ... but not to bother, leg after another, breath, breath, cough, cough, some air ... a kilometre, then another ... I was on.
Traffic was light but the cold, my man, the cold was biting. It was so cold that sweating seemed like a luxury - the chilly weather just 'chilled' it.
Or could it be that the 5km I walked last evening took some of the energy? (Consider I had a lousy supper of rice, beans and some not-so-ripe bananas!)
Past the Catholic church and was thinking the cops no longer guard the place (or, let's say they no longer stand there with their huge guns) but, well, wherever they may be, let them. My thoughts were interrupted by this huge lorry parked right infront of me. Nothing to warn you, eish! Then some loony cyclist followed ringing his bell like it was viral!
Down the river and up the hill. As was coming up, passed some guy psyched me, "Poa muthee, strong strong." Whenever I meet someone anywhere on this stretch I am assured the road is clear so I add some power to my run. I did.
Up the hill, ILRI fence, no lap of the roundabout but instead ran up the bridge, came back, two laps, then ILRI and down. This time I did a sprint and it was good - all the way to the river then dragged myself up the mini-hill to my starting/ending point.
There were eight runners today and the usual two guys who love to stretch at the roundabout. Runner number one appeared just as I was approaching the ILRI fence. Ran alongside him all the way to the roundabout then lost him (or did he lose me as I went up the bridge?). That run helped me stretch ...
That is it for today. 9.5km done, more to come.
Talked to Jack and he advised I do several 8kms instead of trying to do an under 2-hr 21km every Sunday. He also advised I come up with a training plan - this one is tricky but will see to it.

PS
I'm likely to take a 5-day leave next week. I hope the Bungoma Municipal Stadium is open ...