This morning, I went for a run all by myself. My running mate, Pete, was away for the weekend, so I decided to give it a go. He's moving in a few weeks' time anyway, so I've got to get used to running solo! I was quite irrationally terrified by the idea of going out on my own, which was ridiculous because obviously I knew I could do it, but I was scared that I wouldn't pace myself properly, or I'd get bored, or I wouldn't have the mental toughness to get through 9.5 miles without wimping out and going home.
But I didn't just finish the run - I ended up with a new PB! Hoorah! I'm especially impressed because the weather was really warm (when the sun came out, it was boiling, and when the clouds came over it was horribly muggy and humid and sweaty) and my hayfever was awful - I could hear my lungs rasping every time I breathed in! So I'm feeling quite smug now, really!