Five miles at the weekend went well. Really well, actually, felt good. A turbo session on the bike niggled the knee a little, so I still need to be careful, but the running was okay.
Brighton's going to be a tough ask. I'm going for it, but it's just going to be hell. Lauren, the coach, has done a fantastic job of keeping me honest and cardio-fit with bike, swim, cross trainer and strength sessions. Now she's come up with a fairly aggressive plan that gets me to a 16 mile long run before we start tapering into Brighton.
There's a massive difference, I'm now finding, between cardio-fit and run-fit. 5 miles at the weekend was okay, but there's a chasm between there and 26. Even if the schedule goes to plan I'm going to be 10 miles shy of race distance and 4 short of where the long runs were originally planned to be. And I should have been running that by now. So the race plan is likely to look something like 16 miles at as comfortable a pace as possible then dig in for anther 10! Jesus. That's going to hurt.