It's a Marathon not a Sprint... literally

As I may have mentioned, last year was my marathon debut, my first jaunt over 26.2, my premiere jog around Pheidippides fabled distance.

It was a tough but enjoyable old day, I thought I was running well, picked up a knock to my foot from someone rushing to overtake, was enough to cause a rub, then a bit of blood, and I struggled home.

Still hit 4:09 and set a PB, as if that was in doubt, as it's my only attempt.

Well not anymore, as well as already having my name down for the Snowdonia Marathon, in 63 (I think) days time I'll be participating in:

The course is described as scenic and flat. I'm happy to just take the flat part. It could look over Shreks swap apart from that, I'll be blind with sweat within 600 yards anyway.

Notice wise, this is quite close, but I've been doing some longer distances anyway, so I'm confident I'll be ready. Really confident, if I keep saying it...

But it's done now, and the excitement can start to begin. This will also represent my first (and second) visits to the kingdom of Burry Port:

  

A 10k awaits me (tomorrow) and a half marathon (26th), so the build up is there waiting. 63 days, look out Llanelli, here I come... eventually...