Bearing in mind that fewer than 24 hours ago I was literally blind drunk, (it took me over an hour to navigate my way from bomb scared Green Park to the 94 bus on Oxford St), today's effort was a testament to mind over matter (it's not only the body you need to train for the marathon!).
I spent friday night applauding my own training efforts, while consuming tumblers of toxic alcohol, and maintained well beyond midnight that I would be out running the next day.
Loving a challenge, but still burping tequila, I was really grateful for my recently purchased waterbottle (a long distance running badge of honour), and was determined to map a new route all the way to Richmond Bridge. This was all good on the way there, goal achieved, but the return journey was windy and cold, friction burns rubbing friction burns, and a real case of every step counts.