
My running partner is well and truly buggered.

I've rarely seen anything so vile. Poor old G. So now who am I going to get to accompany me? I have an idea...

Like father, like daughter. She's bloody fast.
I was really nervous about this morning's 12 mile run, because I'd missed out the 10 miler when I was in Austin. So a) it's been a while since I've done a long run and b) I was concerned about the jump from 9 miles to 12 miles. I've obviously never run anywhere near that far before in my life. Massive black, fast moving clouds, intermittent rain, gusty winds. Will it ever be any different, I think to myself.
The first few miles were tough, the middle section was ok (it always seems a bit easier when I get down on to the actual seafront - I think the road surface must be slightly softer or something. The pavements on the residential streets in Hove that I run through first are just really hard concrete, which I know is really bad for me) and the final couple of miles were a total nightmare. I just had to really dig deep. I kept singing the same verse from Tangled Up In Blue over and over again to myself in time to my footsteps. Dunno why.
Finally made it home though, and I think I've reached a bit of a pyschological breakthrough. After missing the ten mile run, and being ill in Austin which threw my schedule all over the place, I was starting to have real doubts about this whole thing. But I feel like I've got back on track a bit now, even if I do feel like every fibre of my being has gone into meltdown tonight.





