What a difference a week makes!

Seven days ago I was plodding along, on my own, through the dark of Clifton on my long weekend run having just been given notice on our flat, not knowing where the next lot of work was going to come from and seriously worried about the fact there is only three months until I'll be running in the LONDON FLIPPIN' MARATHON!
I have to say it wasn't the happiest hour and 40 minutes of recent times. I wondered if this year was going to be a big shit sandwich and I'd run out of bread.
But spool forward a week and I was bouncing along, in my new Asics, of course, through the streets of Bristol like an ginger gazelle with a fair wind to carry me as I racked up my second two hour plus run of my training schedule, and I've managed to score a freelance part-time contract to keep me in ralgex for the next six months!
Suddenly I feel 100 per cent better about everything and feel like this year could be the greatest ever, especially as I've also managed to slip a sparkly ring on Amy's third finger on the left.
Still not found a place to live, but that will happen, I've not doubt.
So it was with a new-found sense of optimism that I headed out on my run on Sunday night, accompanied by the fire-haired Martin Booth, which was really great to have some company. I planned to do a two hour run and we came home in 2 hrs and 4 mins, just a minute off the last time I did the same route.We scaled Cranbrook Road up to the Downs, headed down through Coombe Dingle, skirted round Shirehampton before dropping onto the Portway, where we really got into the zone, and then really had to find the energy for one big slog up Bridge Valley Road, past the zoo, over the Downs again and back home. Getting on for ten miles in all.
Compared to the monsoon that I battled through last time the conditions were perfect. There was a bit of a nip in the air but other than that it was dry and not really any wind to worry about.
I was only down to do 100 mins on the schedule, but I want to keep doing more than it says on the plan because I feel I have to compensate for being as heavy as I am. Don't know if that's true but it's helping to get me fit anyway.
The best bit was that I did genuinely feel that I could have gone on, even after two hours, so I know I've got more in the tank. And I don't feel like an arthritic 90-year-old today, so those cod liver oil tablets must be working.