So I am writing this 'fresh' from a run. Although dead would be a more accurate description. Let's get the stats out the way- 11.8miles, 2 hours, walked the last 0.2 or something as a 'reward' for my efforts but more because every part of me was saying noooooooooooooooo. If you'd have seen me running you'd have actually thought I looked in good shape (apart from the excess energy stores around the waist region). But I find that if I at least act as if I am running comfortably it goes some way to fooling my body that I am indeed fine. As soon as my head/ legs/ arms drop and I start to admit to myself how tired I am I mentally go to pieces and it's game over. So I merely lie to my body and it seems to work!
That is the furthest I've run since the last half marathon in September and I hadn't been particularly worried about the half next Sunday, until now. Having said that I wasn't properly fuelled for the run today and haven't eaten anywhere near what I should have. I always find it difficult to get eating right for afternoon runs so I tend not to bother :S I'll be having lunch soon! So, hopefully having eaten properly in the week leading up to it, and with Teresa there to run with and bounce off hopefully we should still be fine for the half. But the thought of adding another 14.6 miles to what I did today, even on a course that is mostly downhill, is a scary thought!
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