The biggest challenge of the London Ultra, aside from the length of course, is that it’s so close to home. As I run along the route, I will pass within spitting distance of railway stations, tube stations and bus stops, all covered by my travelcard, and my inner sloth will ask to give up at each and every one.
A bit like it did today, as I ran round and round the houses, never further than half a mile from my front door:
0.2 miles – It’s a run. Janathon done. You can stop now.
1.0 miles – It’s a mile. Who can ask for more than that? You can stop now.
2.5 miles – It’s more than 20 mins aerobic exercise. That’ll do. You can stop now.
3.1 miles – It’s a parkrun. A noble distance. You can stop now.
4.5 miles – Seriously. Enough. Stop.
Oh. Okay then. If you insist.