This morning I went on what really felt like a long run. The first one I’ve done since the Royal Parks Foundation Ultra last year (early October, for those playing along at home). It wasn’t a super distance, but it felt genuine. I meant to run 14km, and ended up with 13.8km due mainly to the fact that the northbank of the Thames has a weird and slightly convoluted route around these parts, and the southbank is a bit more direct. I probably could have made up the 200m but honestly, by the time I got home it was very hot and I wanted to have a shower and some lunch.
And it was really lovely!
And I ran with a new vest that I bought in France, which didn’t rub or annoy me, and which I only had one small and easily fixable problem with (more on this in another post, perhaps). All in all, it was a really good run.
The biggest question: can I run that plus another seven kilometres in seven weeks. The answer: hell yes. Bring it on.
P.S. A finally signed up for the Ealing Half marathon! My special mixture of nagging and whinging finally paid off!