Lycra Clad Brass Monkey - Jan 25 - 95 mins - 85 days to marathon

BRRrrr.

If I wasn't Marathon training then there is no way I'd have been out running last night.
By the time I arrived home after work the thermometer on the balcony already said 2 degrees - under.

It felt colder. Much colder. Cold enough to freeze my pants off plus their contents.
The only way forwards was to dig out my old cycling lycra one-piece body suit, wear it under my running tights and gently lob the 2007 fashion guide out of the window.

Looking cool was definitely lower down the list than actually being cold.

Hat, gloves, no scarf but lots of Lycra. All in black.
I felt as if I was in some sort of body stocking, some sort of running black sausage, shrink wrapped in elasticated lycra. I looked like a burglar on my way to gate crash a fetish party.

Fortunately being neither master criminal nor deviant I had other plans. I had a round trip taking me to Battersea Power station via Trafalgar Square and the London Eye to complete.

Janeywifes reaction upon my return, outright laughter, confirmed my suspicions - Vogue would have turned me away for being an insult to chic. In fact, I think Runners Weekly probably would have turned me away too.

Not that I cared. Not a single jot. I completed 11 miles in 95mins. I was warm throughout and on a cold night felt good all the way round. My confidence over distance is growing, Janeywife is convinced my audacity is growing in equal measure but when I'm running I'm not out to look good. Just feel it.

Confidence is high and I'm enjoying my runs, regardless of the weather. I'm making mental notes towards the end of a 11 miler that this distance is only nearing the half way mark. I know I've still a long way to go, but I'm now feeling like I've already come a long way too.