When the levee breaks

Sunday is the day for LSD - no, not the psychtropic drug popular among the freaks of the 1960's generation but rather Long Slow Distance. The rest of your week might be spent doing shorter runs, tempo runs, interval training, hill runs and so on but Sunday is the day for mileage: putting those miles into the marathon bank. LSD may be mind altering none-the-less! I find I have to convince myself that I'll just run for an hour, then, when the hour's up, it's easier to think, 'well I may as well carry on for a bit longer, another half an hour maybe?' today I managed to trick myself into running for 2 and a half hours, which I'm quite pleased about, also felt that I could go on for longer, which feels like a good sign.
It's amazing how much rain there seems to have been in the last few days. All my regular off-road running routes had turned into a scaled down version of the Great Lakes and at points I really did have to run through rivers freezing my feet to blocks of ice! The levee seems to have broken; even the canal path is flooded. Felt quite satisfying though; a somewhat challenging bit of training!
The marathon approaches: 55 days to go today. I feel like an explorer standing with Mallory in the foothills of the Himalayas contemplating the enormity of Everest - the question (in mountaineering parlance) is, 'will it go?'
Some really good fundraising as well as training this week. I'm currently organising a raffle at the school and people have come up with some really good prizes: a pilates session, a manicure, bottles of wine, guitar lessons and a scooter trip around London to name but a few. All excellent stuff and hopefully we can really push that thermometer up a bit. Thanks very much to you all.