Today is a rest day and it could not have been better placed. All public transport is cancelled due to Snowmageddon so it's a walk to work. It was "challenging" albeit ridiculously gorgeous.
The erroneously titled: 75 minute run I'm not going to go into this in a lot of detail, but it was the worst run I've ever had. My head is all over the place and, truthfully, my confidence has taken a massive knock. Plus I have niggles in my calves so I'm going to rest up for the rest of the week till long run on Saturday. Going to stick my head well and truly in the sand till then.
26.2 miles in 5 hrs 37 minutes and 26 seconds It's a funny thing, this marathon lark. After 4 months of training (including 3 weeks of taper, in which I appeared to have completely forgotten what the whole concept of running was all about) I woke up on the morning of the 22nd of April 2018 calmer than I have ever felt before. The thunder storm that woke me up at 1am, wasn't a great deal of fun, but we'll gloss over that. But I was calm. Centred, even. Yeah, I know, weird AF. I'm about to embark on the longest distance I've ever run in the hottest temperatures on record - I should be worried. I've trained in blizzards and ice and wind and rain, with the very occasional sunny spell, but, unsurprisingly, Scottish weather has not brought me anywhere close to 24 degrees. IKR. I'm as surprised as you are. Anyway, the night before we had gone to Wagamamas and I carb loaded so hard on ramen that I thought I was going to explode. James, Calum and I m...
I'm still not entirely sure why I suggested to my colleagues and friends that I thought running a marathon was a good idea. I was sober at the time, so can't blame it on a bout of Cabernet Sauvignon induced gallus-ness. As the saying goes, it escalated very quickly from there. Next thing I knew, my boss was talking about how he wanted to run marathon before his next "BIG BIRTHDAY" and thought running VLM2018 was the best idea we'd ever had. He's run marathons before, therefore knows exactly what he's letting himself in for. In my view he's doubley crazy. Then I mentioned it to one of my best friends, Calum - a man who never would never knowingly let me undertake a hair-brained scheme on my own - and he immediately said he wanted to run too. I'm surrounded by lunatics. But we're lunatics together, which makes us the best kind, eh? Gx
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