Whoop Whoop!

Whoop whoop!  I have today done something that I did not think was physically possible for me.  After a lovely day at my aunty and uncle's I came home to a rather wet Frampton Cotterell and a husband who was a little reluctant to go out for a long run due to still recovering from stag do fun last night!  Despite this, I insisted that we must go for a run and my lovely mother and sister came over to Noah sit.  Here is the good news:

I ran for 50 minutes without stopping.

Yes, that's right.  50 minutes.  I would have been pleased with 40 minutes but when it came to it, I just couldn't stop until I had completed what my training plan told me I must. 

The most odd thing about all of this is that I actually enjoyed it.  It was really quite lovely running in the rain and once I got into it, I felt like I could have just kept on running.  A bit like Forrest Gump.  Kind of. 

Now for the bad news:

In our 50 minutes we managed to run 4.25 miles.  I am actually extremely happy with this but when I work out how long it would take me to complete a half marathon at this rate I would be looking at 2 and half hours and taking into account that I probably couldn't keep that pace up for the whole course, it would probably be nearer to 3 hours.  I did think I would just be happy to complete it but maybe now I want to complete it in a decent time...