I was nervous aout my 10 mile run today. I didn't want to go out - purely because I was afraid of failing. Why ? I don't know. But I did go out and I didn't feel too good. I felt weary and a bit sick. I kept plodding on and ran for the first hour or so. Then it got really hard. I just wanted to be home in a hot bath.
I was tempted to phone my Man to come and get me, but I didn't. My one concession was to cut it short. I decided there was no point making myself ill and unable to run in the week. In the end I did 9 miles, so that's not too bad. I miss feeling fit though. This week has been hard. It makes me realise more and more how hard a marathon is.
Let's hope this week coming will be better.