I ran 5 miles on Thursday evening. After the elation of the night before of running a personal best for the mile this run was struggle. My mate JB who's running the Paris Marathon on Sunday called to say he was at my house just as I had started running. He was early and I was distracted all the way back home thinking I should be there quicker. When you know you should be somewhere and also know you need to control your pace it's not a good place to be. Anyway I got home eventually and we continued to bore my wife to bits about pasta, 10K runs and comedy clips from the internet.
John has taken a different approach to his first marathon than myself. Where as I have soaked up every ounce of advice from books, blogs and previous runners he's tried to do his way and closed his eyes and ears to what everyone (often conflicting) has said. He's younger and fitter so will be coming home, hopefully, in around 4 hours. Bon Luck and Good Chance for Sunday mate.
I'm now off to run to Tower Bridge and back. My last 10 miler before the big day and my penultimate run.
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