Posted: 08/04/2014 at 09:18
Was looking forward to a gentle long trot on Friday afternoon - the Tupperware sky had finally cracked and there was lovely mild sunshine and a bit of a breeze. From the first step it was hideous - it felt like when you miss the beat on a horse and every footfall banged like a hammer. I hauled my poor body to the turning point at just over five miles and thought, 'I can't stop, I'm a runner me, I know I am, because it would hurt more to stop than to carry on'*
Even the eight teeny fluffy ducklings that kept me company on the canal could only raise a fairly feeble 'yay'.
At mile 8 I was starting to feel distinctly squirmish and I was very glad to reach the public toilets in the car park at the end! Got home and was felled by THE most spectucular 24 hour D & V I've ever had....
On a happier note - brilliant running everyone and well done all of you on your races! Happy and healthy running to all this week - hope to back on form soon
*other opinions are now also available.