The plan was to stick to a long run of 15-16km for the remainder of February.
This morning I decided to follow the route I’d run last week – with a quick dash at the end (okay, more likely a slow hobble) to the corner to get me over the 15.4km longest run mark. It was 21oC and pretty solidly drizzly with occasional quite rainy bits when I headed out at around 7.15am.
Clearly my body thinks these are optimal conditions because I still felt pretty great at 12.5km, which was about the point my ITB became troublesome last week. So I thought, why not push it a little? And then when I reached 14km, why not push it a little more?
And before you know it, I had run 21.44km!!!
Okay, it wasn’t quite that effortless – particularly at around 18km when the ipod shuffle battery ran out (I completely loathe running sans music), and with completely sodden shoes, hat and clothes – but I had no doubt that I could do it.
Who is this person?? This time last year I could barely run 4km.
My first half-marathon!