I’m getting later with these things. It’s because I’m not doing any parkruns or races or anything at the moment so I’ve no war stories to report. But guess what? I signed up for two ACTUAL RACES. The Shakespeare 10k in March and the Worcester half marathon. Half bloody marathon! I haven’t run 13.1 miles in my life! What the hell am I doing?
When I used to run in my 20s I used to see anything above 10k as unnecessarily far. Why prove yourself over 26.2 miles when you can do it over 800m? To be honest I still think the marathon is too far (especially for non-runners who sign up for a marathon in order to get themselves running – what’s that all about?), but I’m starting to see the half as more in scope. I recently did my longest ever run – 12.5 miles. Then I did 11 miles on Sunday at a fair clip – 7:30 min/mile (dictated by changed circumstances and me stubbornly having no intention of reducing the distance) and frankly enjoyed the hell out of it. So I can see the value of endurance now. I guess that perception comes with old age.
But I’m still not doing a marathon!