On Saturday morning I decided to give myself a real challenge. I set out with 7 miles in my head and a route kind of mapped out, not sure if I would be able to achieve it. I felt good the whole way round, I stuck to a run/walk schedule and this really helped. Around mile 4 I nearly got attacked by a dog, not sure if he wanted to play or was thinking about ripping my face off, but at least that made me run faster.
In my head I thought 7 miles may have been near my parents house, so I decided if I had managed it I would end my run there and have lots of water. Oh how wrong I am, I really need to learn how long a mile is. At the bottom of my parents road I was only on mile 5.2. By this point I was knackered and was so close to giving up. But I pushed myself on back to my place. Still only at 6.5 (this was still a great achievement but I knew I needed to do more) I kept myself going further past my flat (a sad moment when all I wanted to do was collapse on the sofa). But I bloody made it. All 7.4 miles of it.
Next weekend I aim to do this again and try to run for longer to beat this time. I'm so freaking proud of myself.
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