Looking out of the window at 10h00, all I saw was dark grey clouds and drizzle. Not the most inviting weather for a long run, has to be said. But I’d committed myself to it, and eaten half a ton of (amazing) Chinese food the night before, so I had to burn some serious calories – at that point, running seemed as good an option as anything else.
We decided to give ourselves a change of scenery and headed out of the park and along the toe path, past Hampton Court (what an amazing view!) and back to the bridge. Whilst I’d had a bit of a break from the rain for a few miles, by the time we got to the toe path the rain had really picked up again – for nearly 2 miles it was absolutely torrential, and the wind picked up too – horizontal rain is SO not fun. I tried to take a gel at mile 10, and had to open it with my teeth because my hands had gone numb (yes, whilst I remembered my hat, I thought that the weather wasn’t bad enough for gloves. Note to self: Never underestimate the crappiness of English weather. Ever.) but it gave me a little boost which helped me to dig deep and push past the knee pain.