Cheesin' in the wilds of Lindfield after putting 10 miles in the bank. 6 tough, grouchy, bad attitude, HOT, hilly, annoying men whistling, traffic in my way, carrying my damn water bottle miles, and 4 miles where I felt in the zone and good. I'm going to trust my coach, trust the process, trust my legs, and most importantly trust God. Oh, and be bloody grateful to have the time, ability, motivation, and health to run 10 miles. Ungrateful git. .
On a funny note, I had my long run planned for straight after dropping off my mini at school. I was in my running shorts grabbing my keys when Dais looked at me, fear in her eyes: Mummy! You're not wearing that!! to drop me off! Are you?!?Me: Um yeah dude, it's actually hot out there. Daisel: Oh no, you mustn't. Please put on some trousers, you can't take me into school in your knickers!
Y'all know I threw on some trackies. Out of the mouths of babes, I tell ya. 🤷🏼♀️😘💜