The last week has been awful in some respects - work-wise, not so much personal stuff - and in some ways that was enough to motivate me to go out for my normal Sunday Evening run. I don't want to break up with Laura yet, so on went the Week 9 Podcast again, but being curious about how far I'm actually running I decided to only start the tracker once the warm-up was finished.
So off I went, steadily enough, and then round the town, then I suppose a sort of rite of passage.... I decided to go up through the Town Centre to see the newly switched-on Christmas Lights, and outside one of the three open pubs were a few well-refreshed blokes.... as I jog past, already 15 minutes or more into the run, I just about hear over the music, "Run, fat boy, run!" It's a sign of my confidence at the moment though that I'm not upset by it - instead, bearing in mind they've gathered outside for a smoke, I feel a bit smug in the knowledge that it's unlikely they'd be in condition to do what I'm doing!
Maybe because I'd not done much else in terms of exercise yesterday, as I approached the end of the run I was still feeling good and decided to push on a bit longer - pulled the phone out, and kept going until 4.5km came up, in just on 33 minutes. Feeling rather pleased with myself - this is the furthest and longest I have ever run, and although I'm not going to push on too far for the rest of the week, it says that the Christmas Eve Parkrun should be well within my grasp!