Run | Number 31

I RAN 7.2 FREAKING MILES WITHOUT STOPPING...

Sorry for the capitals I'm just very excited. On Thursday I went out with Gary with the intention of doing 7 miles. When we set off I really didn't think I would be able to complete this, I hadn't eaten much during the day and I set off feeling so hungry and lathargic. But I powered through by the 3rd mile I was feeling ok, and pretty strong if I'm honest. At about the 4th mile we ran past Gary's house and he decided to stop to pop to the loo. I had to keep going, I knew if I stopped there would be no way I could keep going, so off I went. I managed a whole mile and a half before he caught me up. We past the pub and I could see my friends waiting for me, depressing to know I still had at least 30 minutes of running until I would be able to sit down there. By mile 6 I was feeling strong, but looking at Gary's GPS watch, to see we had only covered 6.2 miles and we thought we were .5 of a mile away from Bushfield. Gary had already said if we didn't reach 7 we would be doing a lap of Bushfield until his watch ticked over.

As we approached Bushfield I found some inner strenght and managed a sprint finish as we made our way down the straight Gary read off his watch... 6.8, 6.9 and finally 7. I felt so happy.

We ran this is 1 hour 34 minutes and my average pace was 12.59 which the fastest I have been. My first mile was 11:28 but as show I really cannot keep that up.