I take my hat off to all those who train for the London Marathon, or any springtime marathon in the northern hemisphere. The gentle run along the towpath on a pleasant summer's evening, is a now just a distant memory. It's not really cold but the endless drizzle is not exactly inviting either. That said, once you're out in it, it's totally fine and, once you're back, you feel that bit more smug for having braved it.I did a 6k flat tempo run this evening and managed to clock my fastest training 5k, in the process. Just a little over 23 mins for 5k, averaging 4m 38s per km for the whole thing. It's not astonishingly quick, nor is it much faster than I could do previously, but I wasn't puffing at the end and I have to remember that my training's been focusing on distance, not speed.
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