Firstly, one of my favourite things about Facebook is that it tells me what I was doing on any given day on each year since I joined. Mostly I look through my old posts and cringe, but now and again it has its uses (not least when I've forgotten a Birthday or similar!)
This week, Facebook reminded me that it had been a year since I first started this blog, also meaning it's a year since I decided I was going to make a go of this running thing. To be honest, at that time I had barely any intention of still running now. I signed up for that race as much to try and raise money for a good cause as I did to find myself a new hobby, but such is the running bug that I now fully love it (most of the time) and can't imagine what I'd do with all my time if I didn't run.
So here we are a year on and I'm pretty chuffed with myself on all I've achieved over the last year! Which leads nicely to the second thing I wanted to mention, I now officially need a new name for this blog as I no longer run 10k.. that's so 2015!
I set out on yesterday's long run wanting to do 9km ahead of next week's Nottingham 10k race (which I've not mentioned but am really looking forward to!). I'd vaguely planned where I was going to go, veering off slightly from my normal laps of the Embankment which I'm getting a bit bored of and heading down the Big Track following the canal path.
So I set about my business, headphones in, water bottle in hand and off I went. It was warm but not sunny so decent weather and a couple of kilometres in I was really enjoying myself, so I decided I was going to go for it and wouldn't go home until I'd passed my previous best of 10km.
It ended up making quite an interesting route with a decent mix of the calm of the canal path and the busy city Saturday morning comings and goings (that's without mentioning the strange man rolling around on the floor at one point..) However I couldn't help but notice a really uncomfortable burning on the underside of my foot.
I'm the first to admit that when it comes to pain, I'm very mardy. I don't like pain, I moan a lot when I'm in pain and I generally do all I can do avoid it. So perhaps the biggest triumph of this run is that despite being in bloody (literally!) agony by the end of it, I kept going. I even did several weird route changes, hair pins and loops until I got to my front door at bang on 11km.
Endorphins are a great thing. As I strutted thought my front door absolutely pleased as punch with my longest distance to date, I ignored how much my feet hurt while I set about messaging anyone who'd listen to tell them how happy I was with myself (I do like bragging!)
It wasn't until I peeled my socks off and saw what the damage was that I realised how in trouble my feet were. I don't have the prettiest feet at the best of times, but my God they're in a right old state at the minute!!
As soon as the post-run endorphins wore off I started moaning and I've not really stopped since (remember I said I was mardy!) I'm just keeping everything crossed I'll be ok next week as I've been looking forward to that race for months.
I think I've waffled on for long enough now.. here's a map of my longest ever route, incase anyone is interested! I've even put my splits on even though they're not my quickest (I'm not all brag afterall)
Thanks for reading, I'll be back next week with a race write up!
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