My achey calves stopped me from cycling on Tuesday though.
My achey calves stopped me running on Wednesday too.
Stress stopped me from running on Thursday.
Life prevented me from running on Friday.
On Saturday, I completed my longest run to date. Kinda. Probably wasn't in my best form to tackle such a challenge - what with my sore threat, tired head, lack of sleep and man stress over the past few days. Anyways, I took myself to Edstone Aqueduct (just like my previous long run) and ran along the tow path (in the opposite direction to my last long run). I headed out slow and just ran and ran, on and on, and on. I ran until I covered half my planned distance. I ran 9 miles. Stopped to take a photo and started to run back.
|Half-way. Not exactly sure where I was.|
|Ah, ok, my Strava app showed that half-way was half-way between Kingswood and Hockley Heath.|
|Hilliness profile of my route|
|Imagine living here!|
|Bet my kiddy-winks would like a play house like this|
At 24k I was really hurting. My calf muscles had seized up and running was painful. I walked a little and then remembered a young person with cerebral palsy crossing a finish line. This thought helped me carry on. Carry on until the 26k mark, that was.
|Signs and means telling me to stop|
|Passed this somewhere on route|
How pleased I was when Edstone aqueduct came into view. I reckon that was the best thing my eyes had seen all day. Ha! Pleased my 18 mile run was done and dusted!
Am pretty sure Sunday will be a day of rest!