Compoooter did say yes, but the 29 was one to remember. Lower back started hurting 8 and a half miles in on a downhill bit, halfway round 2nd lap of 5 - fairly painful, thought about canning it, but backed right off instead and tried to manage the situation and nurse it home over the remaining 20 miles plus. The pace was snail-like to minimise the impact, but I was able to grind it out in over 5 hours at an average pace, including drink and stretch breaks, of about 10 and a halves. Was quite pleased in the end, will be one to call on at Tooting; I'm firmly of the opinion those are the ones that make you in ultras, the training runs that feel fairly dreadful but somehow you battle through, rather than the ones that flow easily. The ones where you turn a negative into a positive and just deal with it. 2nd July, 29 BAAAAADAAAAASS miles, mark it down!
3 easy days since, a 5, rest, and another 5 last night, happy recovery time with my beautiful daughter! I'm back on it today, dropped car off this morning at garage to see if they can figure out what the noise is(!), then 3 miles to work, 5 at lunchtime, nice and slow, got to plod the 10 miles home in a couple of hours, start the week with 18 in the bin. Start as you mean to go on! This week I'll be racking up 120 plus, but I'm going with plenty of runs of 10 miles or less every day to Sunday, when I'll be reprising the 29. The next 3 weeks are crucial, got to carry on getting the plod miles in, and keep my foot on the gas. Although speed is not what we're after, just RFM. Relentless Forward Motion. Think bulldozer, rather than porsche.
Have faith.
Hold your nerve.
Keep pushin'.
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