February

[marathondan]

8 weeks to go.

Bagged just short of 15 miles last night, bang on the money in a shade under two and a quarter hours. The legs began to suffer a little towards the end, but I was able to push on at a steady pace, and step it up to a fast pace for the last three quarter mile. I guess that on my restricted training regime, I can’t expect to feel completely comfortable over that distance, but given the satisfactory finish time it seems that any problems were only mental.

I really need to get my arse in gear with some minor ancillary activities now – choosing a charity, getting that sponsorship email out, and the small matter of getting hold of a costume.

Only 4 runs of more than 2 hours left. That seems to be the threshold at which a training runs moves from “long” to “epic”. This is the hard work that gets rewarded on race day. Let’s just hope that race day isn’t 5 hours of living hell. Hey ho.

On the audio was a selection of old comedies trawled up from the hard drive: Hancock’s Half Hour, I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue, and Just a Minute. For the final stretch I switched to the now traditional 80s party hits medley – guaranteed to put a smile on my face and an extra few inches in my stride. The Housemartins’ Happy Hour powered me down the home straight (what a good place to be, indeed), but TdJ must go to Tim Brooke-Taylor doing The Streets’ Dry Your Eyes.

So, still on track… what can possibly go wrong?