I'm gearing up for my first HM in 3 weeks. Following advice on here I decided to try and run 11 miles yesterday, which is further than I've ever gone.
It was terrible! All my own fault. I tried out an unfamiliar route and got in a muddle with my Garmin half an hour into the run. I stopped and restarted it, but forgot to check how far I'd run before I stopped it.
Then inexplicably, when I was well beyond the point I'd guessed was half way round the loop, I decided to turn and run back the way I'd come. This meant running up a long, steep hill. If I'd only kept going, the incline would have been in easier stages. π I couldn't run it, so ended up walking for 5-10mins.
All this time I was distracted by trying to guesstimate the distance I'd run and how far I was from home ...determined to reach the eleven mile goal, but not go too far beyond it because I felt really tired, especially after the hill.
I did twelve miles in the end and, with the walking elements, was gone longer than expected. As I neared my house I saw my husband who was out looking for me. I'd forgotten to warn him I'd gone for an epic run instead of my usual ten km. π¬
Oh, and in the woods someone was riding a huge horse, which suddenly veered towards me and almost pinned me against a tree. "You're ok," the rider called down from her great height, "he just likes a cuddle." π
My husband poured me a lovely, hot bath but refused to rub my poor battered feet. My legs were sore last night, but are ok today.
I'm planning some nice, easy runs this week.