I'm definitely getting faster and fitter. My form on the run back from work is tight. I run round the other-side of Greenwich park for a change. I enjoy some of the run but at the same time that nagging thought that I am done with this. Push, push, pushing. Bending my will, making it happen. Driving myself on. Not quitting. Stressing myself. I can do this; I don't like this.
Hopefully I can finish the training off, execute the marathon day and then "Don't look back in anger".
Sometimes I am seduced with the good running, but then the hatred also sets in.
9.3 Miles 1:28:19
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