Stop the bus!

My legs were killing me tonight and I think it was because I didn't get a chance to have a cold bath straight after Sunday's run. I tried every stall tactic possible tonight, to try and avoid the run, right up to the point when I got on Tracey's nerves...that was my cue to go!!

With my chaffing wrapped up, I headed out for tonight's nine miler with the thought in my head that in 6 weeks time I will have completed the London Marathon (hopefully!). All my hard work is coming to a head, but it will count for nothing if I don't give the next 6 weeks my everything.

I made it out to the 4.5 mile mark and turned back to head home, knowing that I would soon be showered and sat on the sofa with Tracey. About a mile and a half from home, a young lad was standing in the the middle of the pavement with his back to me so I had to swing round him through a tight space...just as he swung his arm out to hail a bus, digging me in the arm as I went past!! I heard a shout of "sorry mate" to which I replied "no worries". No harm done and I made it through the 9 miles in an hour and a half. I got in and jumped straight in to a cold bath to ease my aching muscles.

Next up - 4 miles on Thursday.