I seem to have acquired a target.

The table of doom has reared its ugly head with 8 days left of Janathon. On Saturday somewhere among the finishing of my long run, refueling, stretching, having a bath, eating a big dinner, having a glass (or three) of wine… I had a conversation on Facebook with Shaun (Iliketocount) about our similar mileage and the fact that each time he ran he came back to the table to find I had gone that extra mile!  Ha ha! I said yes, we’re playing leap-frog a bit and then I casually asked him if our poor old achy legs would make it to 150 by the end of the month. Me and my big mouth… I was really just wondering out loud if I could do it myself in the warm afterglow from a long run and a glass of vino… (I ran 125 miles last year and would like to beat that, but what goal?)

So it turns out that I’d thrown down the gauntlet! Shaun trotted out 7 plus miles on Sunday, moving ahead again and blogged about the new target.  Oops looks like we’re on… 150 miles or bust! (aka spending a ton of money at the Physio!).

It wasn’t because of this that I didn’t go to BMF today (about 2.5 miles running) but went out later for a (longer) run.  I really did have to get some work finished today so made myself stay home until I had finished.  That worked, I knuckled down and got finished leaving time for an hours run this afternoon before my sons got home.

Running in Kensington Garden’s and seeing all the perfectly groomed well dressed Mums walking home with their small children also made me think about what Shaun had said about thinking it looked odd, a middle-aged man, in need of a hair cut, running around in tights!  There was me, a middle-aged women in lycra running circles in Kensington Gardens chasing ‘the table of doom’ in a running challenge looking equally odd  I decided I didn’t care because the alternatives (fat middle-aged woman eating cake or no cake!) were worse than a few odd looks.

I had a good run with the Bee Gees strutting my stuff around the serpentine feeling surprisingly good.  If anything being a bit tired is probably due to recent  late nights (going out, finishing accounts, watching Schindler’s List on DVD) and not the miles run and so far fingers crossed, touch wood, I only have mild niggles in my hip and Achilles.

6.7 miles in 64 mins.

107 miles run and 8 days to go…

Ambitious target… Can I do it?