From 14th February
I was all geared up for my long slow run on Sunday have done my regular runs and a couple of short gym burst during the week. The week had finished nicely with a spa day which left me feeling all relaxed and chilled. Then the alarm went at 6am on Sunday.
Surpisingly waking up before it was dark on a Sunday morning was quite okay and had the added bonus of now hangover. Saturday night drinking has been shelved until after the event (or that might just be an excuse for not having the social life I imagine I have) and so I was feeling quite spritely on waking.
This sadly didn't last - a cup of tea, a small bowl of rabbit food and I was having a little snooze! I finally made it out of the door at 8ish and although it was cold I forced myself to do my 10 minute walking warm up without which I am in toxic pain for the first couple of miles.
I chose to run a different route - in part because a bit of Regents canal had been blocked off the previous week and I'd stopped and looked at the bit of wood stopping my access like it was personally to blame. So I headed off through the streets of London to do my 12 miles think of it in part like a tourist trail without that many tourists.
Mostly the run was fine and I was pleased with how my legs are holding up since the change of shoes. I got home and managed to scoff some food and have a bath before heading out to the last of 5 writing workshops I'd been attended run by Creative Writes. It wasn't til I got home and remapped my journey that I discovered that I'd actually run 13.1 miles - my very own half marathon.
Just a little bit pleased with myself!
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