Yesterday I posted on Facebook that I didn’t think I’d make it out for another decent run before the big day of the Great North Run in a week’s time. By that, I meant I didn’t actually think I’d get out again at all because my knees were playing up a little, so I intended to rest instead of agitate them (they’re grumpy old fuckers, just like their owner).
However, feeling surprisingly fresh-legged this morning, and having that familiar old itch in the feet to get my trainers on, I figured I might as well get out and hit the Quayside while I could.
Truth be told, I’d definitely rather have covered more distance, but the last thing I wanted was to mess myself up for next week – the order of the day was simply getting as many miles in as my legs could comfortably accommodate, and it turns out that figure was four and a half. Given that I was expecting it to be zero, though, I’m not going to grumble too much.
It’s painfully clear I’ve not been able to train as much as you ideally should for a half marathon, but one way or another, I’m determined to finish next week. Realistically, it’s extremely unlikely I’ll do the Morpeth half-marathon I’d booked in for October, so I’ll chuck everything I’ve got (whatever that may be) at next Sunday. I’m not even bothered about times – I’d definitely like to get back within three hours, but just finishing is the main goal.
This is most likely my last run until next Sunday, so I’ll see you on the other side.
(By the way, thanks again for the incredibly kind sponsorships throughout the year – Any more donations to Bloodwise are gratefully received).
Music: Martha – Courting Strong