| 2017 | 03 | 03 | the running |

When going through my photos one thing is clear - this time last year, I ran. A lot.

I would be clocking around 60 miles per week, and probably complaining about each and every single one. 

Sorry for the swears.

But that run broke me into some very small pieces. 

It was my second attempt at covering more than 28 miles in one run. These are counted as LSR's and the aim is to finish. 

As with anything of this scale, nutrition and preparation are key. 

Not - waking up and deciding you might have a bash.

I'd forgotten my gels, had the wrong shoes on and had half the amount of water I should've been carrying. 

Oh, but I'd packed too much of everything else.

This was me in Cookham. 

The route I'd gone for was a in and out - so at no one point was I too far from home, but I was effectively running in a huge circle. 

That's really great mentally. Just so you know.
I was not a happy bunny. And my legs hurt.

I bailed at  mile 20.


To make up for it. I dragged Ricky out for a quickie - 2.4 miles to be precise along the river. We've run that route so many times now, but this was the first time the river decided to join us. 

It was cold.