Now that is apparently 12 weeks, 2 days, and about 19 hours away. Not really that far into the future, considering how far 26 miles really is. On foot.
Somehow, at Christmas time, as I forced another mince pie down, it seemed ages away.
But the fear of failure has finally hit, and I've now re-connected with my trainers.
Marathon training: day 1 - trying to protect myself from the 5 degree conditions
It's now been about two weeks and I'm slowly getting back into it. Although it still takes all of the willpower I can possibly muster to climb out from under my duvet at 6am on a very dark, and really rather cold morning.
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