In a bid to regain some confidence for the marathon (seven weeks to go!) I headed out on my first big run in a few weeks. Feeling a lot better after the while I've spent feeling under the weather, and with the legs and feet feeling fit to go the distance, I had high hopes for a good run.
It was a nice day on the canal - warm and very strange that there are still some patches of snow still lingering.
I did go well for the first few miles, but started flagging before the halfway mark. The stoppages were many and longer than ideal.
At one point, on a soul-destroying uphill climb I stopped to phone boyfriend Andy. He asked me if I wanted him to come and rescue me, which I did, but I just asked for some encouragement to carry on. I could have cried.
So while I was looking for some confidence, I may have got the opposite. Either way, it's better to have been out and done the distance badly than not go the miles under my belt at all. I'll give it another go next weekend. Here's hoping for a miracle improvement.
This dog jumping in the water after a stick cheered me up slightly on my way along the canal towpath...
Here's today's run
