So I trotted out on Saturday afternoon with my hat and gloves on and was battered about by the wind as I ran round a big lake. 4.6 miles was just short of the 5 miles I was supposed to be doing, but I ran out of road and my measuring was a bit off.
The drinking ban which I’d tried to enforce on myself went out of the window on Saturdays night – partly because I thought I’d earned a few pints after a triumphant battle with the elements earlier in the day. As is the way when I’ve had a few drinks, I woke up really early on Sunday. This meant I got to watch the start of the Great North Run though which was a bonus.
It did spur me on to start thinking about what I’ll do after the 10K – other than collapse in a big heap. I’m now looking into a longer distance, maybe a half marathon to keep me motivated and keep me going on my mission to run a marathon.