Another day, another running plan

You know, there was a time when I used to think about how to bring down the government from within, or fight to achieve world peace equality for all.
Now, I think about why that wooden spoon never gets properly clean in the dishwasher and whether the new plates will stack upright.
Anyway, had plenty to think about on my run tonight.
It's been ten days or so since I did my eight mile run, but I met up with Marc and Dave, the other two members of the FB Running Club, for our usual Wednesday jaunt.
Dave has just returned triumphant from Amsterdam where he ran the marathon there in 3hrs and 58 mins, which is pretty impressive I think.
By rights he really doesn't qualify for the FB Running Club, and nor does Marc come to that, but it's a great help to have them both along.
We did the Bridge Run tonight, fighting bravely against the bitter wind, and the other two did well to keep up with me, and by that I mean run slowly enough to stay with me.
We did it in about an hour and six minutes, about the same time I did it before. Importantly it felt quite comfortable running for about an hour, which I'm really encouraged about.
This week marks the start of a new training plan.
I have decided the official one from the marathon website isn't right for me. It's too many sessions, up to six a week, which I can't really do.
Marc has a plan which he used very successfully last year so we are going to stick to that. Although I didn't start very well as I was supposed to start it on Monday this week, but I couldn't find the motivation.
Still adjusting to the change in seasons, much worse ahead I fear, but I know the hardest training is going to have to happen in the rubbishest winter.
The new plan includes some three to four hour runs, which the other one didn't although there was more training.
It's really important for me be able to get up to 20 miles at least once before the big day, ideally a couple of times really.
But what is also important is buying my tea before I go running, rather than crawling around the supermarket just after running for an hour, feeling ravenous with hunger and spending more than £20 on one meal because I couldn't stop shoving really yummy things into my basket. Pork pies, hmmm. Probably didn't need that bumper bag of Minstrels.