At times my long runs are much less reliable than buses but when I’m marathon training I (usually) manage to do them a bit more often.
Sometimes frequent buses are just what you need when fatigue sets in, it’s getting late, cold, you’re feeling knackered and just want to get home.
That’s what happened to me on Sunday. Thirteen plus miles on my feet and I had just plain had enough. Trouble was I was at least 3 miles from home. Stagger on? Walk and take even longer? or phone a friend (OH)? A that moment a bus came round the corner. I have never ever been so pleased to see a 295 bus in all my life! (and for my habit of always carrying my oyster card and some cash). And so I was rescued from deepest Fulham.
After last weekend’s Half Marathon I had gone out on my planned long run. It turned out to be a step up in mileage too far having had time out with injury and 16 miles was just a bit too much for only my 3rd long run post injury. Either that or I have thought too much recently about Half Marathon being the perfect distance and my current favourite race.
So I have had to make a few more adjustments along the road towards my marathon. I will do 16 miles next week and not run the first of my 20 mile races on Sunday as it just feels too soon. I will save that distance for the week after and maybe again during April.
Top tip for other would-be bus hoppers during long runs. You can’t stay on the bus too long before you cool down and start to get chilled. I did get off the bus in traffic nearer home and run (at a much faster pace) most of the last mile home rounding my run up to 14.4 miles.