The marathon training has not gone well. I'd like to say it was due to the summer heat but in reality it has been more a victim of too much boozing. The long run and the weekend was skipped due to a hangover. I still felt rotten on Monday. My final hope of getting a decent long run in before the Marathon was tonight.
During the day I toy with various 20 mile routes. In the end I settle on Pollhill Garden Centre and back. I am tired when I get back from work. I put the kids in bed and head out. My body is grumbly and I don't fancy it. Yet the further from home I get the more resigned I become to my fate and the less likely I am to turn back early. About 7 miles in I stop at a petrol station and refuel. I run the last 3 miles up to Pollhill.
I stop and turn back. My spirits are picking up. I stop at another petrol station on the way back for another drink and some sweets. And then it happens. I start to pick up speed. I get faster and faster. The final 6 miles I absolutely hammer. I am running as fast as I can move my legs and yet I do not tire. My technique feels smooth and graceful. It feels like I could not run a standard mile as fast as this.
Through Bromley there are various drunks and tourists milling about. I fly through them like an express train, onwards. I push all the way back home.
I don't know where it came from but I quite enjoyed it.
20 miles 3:15:00
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