I appear to have entered a race without really looking into it properly. The Windermere Marathon (2 weeks time!) looked pretty and I thought "Why not". Today I thought I'd have a scoot at the race reports for last year, and as I read through them, my jaw dropped further and further as I realised that it really is quite a tough one. The comments read like a sadistic barrage of pure hurt... stuff like... "it was beautiful but it was hilly hilly hilly", "I really enjoyed the day but I found the hills really tough, definitely not a PB course", "I was so relieved when it was over, there were no flat parts to the course at all"
So, why am I smiling? I know I won't be smiling on the day when I'm running up them there hills. The fact it is tough is character building and I suppose I have no expectations of myself. For London, I had higher expectations because it is flat and I felt training had gone well, for this there is no potential for "pie in the sky" thoughts. It's gonna hurt... end of!
Graeme entered this morning. We had the same old conversation, the one that goes "If you want to go you know babe, just leave me to do my own thing". The truth is though, it will be me that's finding it harder than him, and if anyone is waiting around it will be him for me!
I got a great deal on a lovely hotel called The Hideaway too... £100 cheaper than it was yesterday, so it got booked. I'd quite like us to have a nice weekend together, as everything seems to have been getting us down lately.
The cold is improving. I shall be drugged up for the foreseeable future to ensure it goes away quickly. I'm attempting the wrath that is "Elison Bank" on Tuesday. I've never ran up it (only down, and that bloody hurt)... I'm thinking if I can get up it twice, then that will be quite an achievement. I would love to run today... but common sense is stopping me!
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