I couldn’t resist it any longer. This afternoon I made my way down to Easy Runner (“Bristol’s only running shop”) for a bit of retail therapy. What a delight. Never thought I’d see the day when I would swoon in front of a display of socks, but as old hands are fond of telling newbies like me, “When you train for a marathon you learn things about yourself you never knew”.
Once I’d calmed down a bit I invested in 2 pairs of Thorlo socks which are the sort of Roederer Cristal of the sock world, and a rather fetching gold-coloured Coolmax teeshirt. And a pair of lycra shorts to put an end to thigh-chafing misery. Oh, and a variety of power bars and energy gels to see if these things make a difference.
I can’t deny it; this marathon lark has become an obsession. Driven and demonic. I am so totally focussed on April 14th: 63 days away. What will I do when it’s finished?
No run today. Being a ‘step-back week’, tomorrow’s jaunt is a modest 10-miler. Can’t wait.
