It is almost a year to the day that Lindsay and I ran our first race in this year-long running challenge. We stayed overnight in Oban and got up at dawn to get on a very early 4-hour ferry journey to Tiree (our poor families on tow) to take part in the Tiree half marathon. It started and finished on the beach which was lovely scenery-wise but difficult to actually run on. I remember half way round thinking that I was unlikely to make it back alive, and wondering if they would ever find my body on the deserted moor we were running over. I also remember bursting into tears when I saw my family cheering me on with one mile to go.
While sitting reflecting on the year since, it strikes me that I don’t think any of the runs we’ve taken part in since have felt any easier (for me anyway). But weirdly it does get quite addictive, and looking back I have loved most of the experiences we have had. That said, while the knee continues to hold out, my body in general seems to be protesting. I am exhausted and struggled with my 6.5 miles today. I think I have roughly 1% physical and mental reserve left, and I know some of my marathon-training friends are in the same boat. It will be our long-suffering but marvellous friends and families shouting from the sides that will get us round this marathon I think.