1:32:17

The Runners World Race Time Predictor, predicts that my first 10k event will be completed in 1:32:17, based on my run today, of 1:27:20 over 5.9 miles....
Feel less nervous today than I did yesterday.
My sister lives in Bognor, and I clocked the mileage from her house to mine-6 miles, which is approximately 10k. Theres no way I could run that distance, i thought, as I pulled up outside my house....and thats when i started freaking out.
Because a marathon is a big commitment. It has become almost the sole focus of my life currently. Here I was sitting in my car, having driven 6 miles, thinking no way...and if i cant cope with 6, how do I expect to add another 20?......
But today, I went out, in the drizzle, which soon became pouring rain. I have Jeff Galloway's book, Marathon: You Can Do It! at home, and I have taken to reading it every night. Ive become rather intrigued with his theory about the left brain and negativity, and how by lying to your left brain you can overcome psychological barriers. So today, I gave it a shot.
I went out, as though I was going to do my usual run, got to the main road, and instead of picking up the pace, from a walk to a jog, I walked a bit further. At the pub, I crossed the road, and told my left brain I was going to run to the next village, and promptly turned right. Down past the doctors surgery I went, as my left brain was left in confusion. The response from my right brain was immediate, hey, it said, you can actually do this you know, try the six miles in one go....
I got down to the level crossing and promptly ran through a puddle that was deeper than I thought. Oh well, go home said the left brain...Ok i said, and kept going in the opposite direction. Down to the shop, and I thought, I'll go left and go under the brigde, and promptly crossed the road, and went right. I'll take the short cut, as I thought, as I got to the next turning, and instead i went left instead of straight on. I'll stop for a bit I thought, when i got to my sons school, and instead i carried on. When i got through the village and down to the bridge, I realised that normally I was knackered by the time i got to the bridge, and i had never done a circuit of the village before, and that gave me such a rush.
I got back to the pub, and i thought, time to go home, and instead I took a left, down the road, and back behind the doctors. Thats it, Ive had enough, said the left brain; ok, im going home, I told myself, as I kept going in the opposite direction. I said ive had enough! shouted the left brain, its ok, im just going past the village hall, I told myself, with every intention of turning left again instead of right....
And then it really started to chuck it down.
I was soaked already, and it was coming down so hard I couldnt see.
Now theres lying, and theres stupidity, and ive just got over a cold, and ive got a 10 k on Sunday, so I turned right in the direction of home....
But i wasnt giving up.
Lets walk suggested the left brain.
Ok, i lied, as I picked up the pace to run again.
Time to walk, said the left brain.
Ok, I lied, and kept going, right up to the gate.
I had no idea how far i had run. I got in doors, stretched, took off the wet clothes, jumped in the shower, then worked out the distance on Google Maps.
Wow, i thought, when i realised how far I'd gone.
Maybe I can do this after all!