Having had to stop before the end of a three hour training run on Saturday 13, I felt terrible walking the last 10 minutes in sleet and snow. The prospect of trying to complete 26+ miles seemed a long way off.
Fortunately at the beginning of the half term week I spent some time with my neice and her young children who took a great interest in improving my training. running through the Cornish countryside being shouted at by a 10 year old certainly rejuvenated my enthusiasm so after a short 1.5 hours on Thursday the 3 hours on Sunday was not easy but at least I didn't stop. Sadly my wife is still faster and more stylish than I on the runs.