What’s happened to me? I’m visiting a vineyard tomorrow, to write about an exciting business that’s helping to drive the explosive growth of English wine for the day job. And it’s bound to involve a tasting. And someone else is driving. Hurrah!
Or so you’d think. Once upon a time, I’d be whooping along with you, my only concern how much wine I could neck whilst maintaining a semblance of professionalism (i.e. limiting the slurring/swearing/peeing against the vines and NOT doing the Lucky Blue T Shirt joke). Now, it’s this: how am I going to fit my run in?
As you can see from this week’s schedule (pictured), I’m due to do do 50 minutes interval training tomorrow. I can’t do it before the vineyard trip as I have other work commitments and I can’t postpone it until the next day as that would mean no decent rest day before Sunday’s hill training.
Talk about a running dilemma (a first world piffle, admittedly): I can’t not drink tomorrow (how could I then write convincingly about them?), but I can’t skip the run either. So tomorrow’s challenge is to sample the wine, but not too much (this is going to be tough; I’ve heard it’s good) and still be fit enough for training in the evening.
It might be my toughest challenge yet…