Work was hard today. It was just one of those days where it didn’t feel like I stopped. I was exhausted when left and even texted Laura to ask if she would mind if we got a take-away tonight as I couldn’t face cooking. I got in and all I wanted was a nap.
Why then did I find myself filing up my camel back, getting changed and heading out for a 7 mile run. It was never going to be easy. A distance I have only ran once in my life (also in Janathon), after 30 consecutive days of running. No chance.
I was a bit achey when I set off though that faded as I went along. At 3.9 miles I tried Abradypus‘s trick of thinking it’s only a parkrun left to go. At mile 6 my period, which arrived this morning, great timing, decided to make its presence felt. With less than half a mile to go my legs really wanted me to stop. I pushed and I did it. I felt dead at the end but I did it.