Of knowing that I have finally managed to crank up the weekly long run to 13 miles. The Brighton ½ marathon is this coming Sunday, and although itll be no stroll in the park, I now know I can again run 13 miles in
relative comfort.
I started further west in Hove, but incorporated most of the races route and associated hills, and I'm still here so maybe - just maybe, Cardiac Hill is having some benefit.
Starting slowly really is the key. Its something I learned very early in my running career, but it never ceases to amaze me how often I forget.
The total run took around 2:10, with a loo break and few quick stops to adjust the wind-jacket which spent about 12.5 miles wrapped around my reducing waist!
In some perverse way Im looking forward to the coming weekend. A PB is very much dependent on the weather, but Im hoping that the post run Guinness will spur me towards glory.
If Mrs SP gets her act together with the digital camera, I may even post a pic! Ive instructed her to stand very near the start line, ostensibly so she can capture me keeping pace with the whippets; more honestly, so I look like a fat bloke running rather than a slobbering heap.
Wish me luck guys.
It hadnt really crossed my mind until she said it.
