got up at stupid oclock this morning and after much faffing was off for my long run and the first run for my virtual poppy challenge. It started out ok, just a few gremlins during the first 5 minutes, then got into the groove. I had a gel at 4k and another at 8k, 10k came and went, and still on target, but things were stirring. 11k still good, but i realised that something was getting urgent in my guts. 11.5 and I headed home. It was getting a bit desperate. I shut my watch off at 12k but couldn't decide whether it was better to walk or run the rest of the way. Made it home and traipsed mud and leaves through the house in my desperate bid to reach the toilet in time. DId I make it? You decide.
I'm training for a HM and I have to do it in under 7min/km or i don't get the bling (cut off at 2:30). I made it to 12k under 7:00/km and that's with dogs and people on the track. I think I'll do it, but I think it'll be really close. I'll do another 6k this week and a fast parkrun, then hopefully a long run on sunday. Hopefully pasta the night before instead of fish and chips might just make the difference!