8K in the pishing rain (and wind) - wooohooo!
Last night was one of the grimmest nights on record (80 mph winds, pouring rain). I knew I had to get a run in as I have plans for tonight. I thought if I could make 5K I would be really happy as the weather was so terrible, just getting out there was an achievement.
I managed to do more than 8K (around 50 minutes) which was just brilliant. When I was running into the wind I was gritting my teeth and screaming at myself - “Come on!!! I can take anything!” It felt great - nothing was going to beat me.
I am reading an autobiography by Sir Ranulph Fiennes at the moment (Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know) which really helps. His whole life has been spent pushing himself and it makes you feel pretty inadequate when you read about the battles he has had. I was imagingin myself running across the Antarctic last night and that nothing was going to stop me (it was so cold and miserable it felt like the bloody Antarctic).
I am on top of the world!
from a v. happy Mark