This week's long run is 12 miles: now that's still a mile and a bit short of the half marathon I am SUPPOSED to be running in nine days but it slightly terrifies me! I feel like I'm so slow that I'll just collapse halfway and give up and catch the bus. I think my mojo has really deserted me in the last couple of week (and proper Marathon nerves are starting to kick in the more people I tell about it).
I know my aim is just to finish both, but I'd like to do them without actually coming last or the courses closing ... Manchester closes after 6 hours, and if you haven't passed a certain point they won't let you complete because there are no pavements for part of the course and it isn't safe.
I also feel like I'm taking millions of steps backwards given that I don't seem to be able to run for even a mile any more: now I don't know if that's because I'm a bit nackered from the whole increased mileage. It will be interesting to see how tomorrow goes, although I've still had a mad week of singing to contend with and I'm never sure how much that contributes to being whacked out.
Bunnies have been cheering me up a bit, being mad and getting covered in curry that they licked off my plate (one of them is white, or rather now orange). Really hoping my mojo is going to come back soon, but I have some eggs for a pre-run brekkie tomorrow, and going to have to try the whole re-fuelling business as well en route! Plan is for a banana, and marmalade sarnies to go in my backpack with my powerade and emergency bus fares ... fingers crossed.
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