It was awful in that it was freezing.
I got home from work at lunchtime and the house was so cold I didn't take my coat off, and so made my recovery smoothie while still wearing it. No part of me wanted to put my running gear on and go and do 8 miles. But the fear of messing up this marathon is quite large, and constantly looms over my like a Blue Meanie (the only thing in film or TV I have ever found genuinely scary), so I went.
It took 3 miles for my hands and feet to warm up. The wind was bitter and chapped my face, and although I stuck to the roads, there was quite a bit of ice and slush underfoot.
However, the good news is I sustained the same pace for 8 miles as I did my 6.2 the other day, nice 10.25 min miles. I did the first one at 9.45, and after that it was about 10.20-40, then the last one was 10.18. I used a route with lots of hills, and it was dismal and I hated every moment of it, but I'm glad I went.
I will be out all day tomorrow, and have been trying to think what I can do in place of cycling, and the nearest I've got is my cross trainer. So, when I get home tomorrow night (from a day with my mother at the hospital while she has a minor out-patient op, a day that has been a black hole on my calendar for ages) I shall do an hour on my cross trainer on it's hardest setting.
And I've been eating banana on top of oatcakes, it's amazing! I was inspired by my friend Jelly who eats them that way, and she's right to!