After 24 hours that featured mostly coughing, spluttering, vomiting and a temperature that peaked at 39.9, I’m afraid all I have to offer is one mile, not even a fast one. I have set myself a minimum distance of three miles for each run and have managed to stick to this for the past few Janathons and Juneathons, so this is a disappointment for me at this stage. Edward was late home and Hector was poorly on the sofa so, after dinner I said: ‘I am running one mile and I am picking up chocolate on the way back’.
I couldn’t decide if the slimy men in the queue at the shop were looking lasciviously at my wobbly bottom, or having an inward monologue that went something like this:
‘Look at that woman! She is pure athlete! She must have run miles. She has earned that chocolate!’
(for the record, in my excitement I couldn’t decide which flavour to get, so got both. We are only eating the hazelnut one. For now).
Distance: 1.02 miles
Time: 9 minutes 37 seconds
Average Pace: 9.28
Best Pace: 7.10