... when it's 10.
The penultimate weekend run was supposed to be about a 14 miler, but ended up being about 10 miles but to be honest I think this may be a good thing.
Rory has a really bad blister on the bottom of his foot so that meant he was running in pain. To be fair to him I'm impressed that he managed about 10 miles - the blister looks pretty sore. Add to that his tender nipples from the Marlow run (so tender that he spent a tenner on posh vaseline before the run) and I think 10 miles is a decent punt. John joined us for this one and we ran as a threesome for the majority of the run.
It was good - a nice route, good running weather but some killer hills - and I hate running up hills. Not only does it remind me of Kate Bush, but it hurts. There's a time and place for doing hill training but I'm trying to focus more on sheer time on the road over the last week or two. The marathon is flat, and will last for a good 4 or 5 hours, so long flat runs are what I think is best at the moment. We'll see whether my hypothesis is correct in a week or so.
Anyway - here's the route:
So what's left?
Well, according to the book - this week I should be doing 5 or 6 miles most days and then another 10 miler this weekend. That should be OK. Then next week it's all about shorter runs (about 3 or 4 miles) and lots of pasta. Mrs. Hadfield has been warned that I need to buy "a shitload of pasta, pasta sauce and at least £30 worth of organic chicken breast"... oh and if you're wondering how much chicken I put in the recipe - anything more than a handful is a waste.