After looking at the time between my 20 miles and the marathon I realised that it would be pretty close to silly to attempt 22 and then allow less than 10 days to be in a good place to run the 26.2.
So, I decided on 12.
It was a lovely run. I ran by the canals. They are lovely in the Spring. Here’s a photo:
I managed to accidentally turn off my GPS at mile 4, so I have no idea how long it took me, what my splits were, etc. However, I know it was 12 miles because I’ve actually memorised that much road/trail in the city. This coincides with the fact that once you live in Oxford long enough you understand that driving in the city is incredibly foolish and running marathons make perfect sense. In some cases you can run a marathon and your friend or family member can transverse 1.2 miles of Botley Road in the exact same time.
This is a fact. Though maybe it’s really 1 mile. So… plus or minus .2 miles for the sake of ‘wiggle room’ on this fact.
Also, Oxfordians are turned eccentric not because of the university. Instead it is done through a process called ‘being stuck on Botley Road for 6 hours for no apparent reason.’
So, any way, because I changed my mileage from 22 to 12 miles John Barrowman and I didn’t meet up. I’m sure that’s the reason why. Not that he’s based in California at the moment or anything. Or that the whole idea of him coming to Oxford to meet someone he doesn’t know is a bit… weird. But we didn’t meet up this time.
Maybe next time, John. I’m sure he’s crushed. Likely oblivious, but I’m going with crushed.