Look. I saw it today and it made me smile.
69 miles, one year of training, two pairs of trainers, more lycra clothing than I’ve ever owned in my life, hundreds of bottles of Lucozade Sport and 22 days to London.
I ran today, after spending an inordinately long time in bed wondering if the clouds were going to pass. Then I fed the children lunch, cleaned out the chickens, and tried as many procrastination techniques as I could.
The clouds didn’t pass. This is me, 3 miles in, soaked to the skin. I look slightly deranged and I’m squinting in the rain.
You can take the girl out of Scotland, but you can’t take Scotland out of the girl. It was pissing down, cars were beeping at me, and I was grinning like a loon.
Interval session: done.
(8mph running – go me)
Thanks to my lovely friend Sarah for the cups of tea and cackling, and to her Aga for warming me up and drying me off.
Now, wine and chocolate
Zoe just arrived, so Sunday is longrunday. Reports to follow.
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