I had this sort of niggling worry that two weeks ago when I managed 10Km by surprise, that it was a never-to-be-repeated fluke.
Last week I got to the point of return, and returned under Park Wood doing 8.5Km, instead of pushing on up the steep long drag to Orthwaite and doing the 10 Km round again.
This week, as I ran down from Peterhouse Farm, I was praying the 'shall I, shan't I' mantra, and wondering which way I would be led. And then half-way up the road to Orthwaite I realised I had decided to try it.
The fields were mercifully much drier than that first run, and I arrived home after 10.5Km with dry feet, a pain in my groin (which has eased now - downhill over sheep pasture in road shoes), and a feeling of:
'YES' (Bold 60 pt caps) ☝🍺
Not quite as good as all you half-marathon guys and gals, but pretty good for this old codger.