And so my juneathon finished just as it had started; waking up way before the alarm went off in the fear that I would miss it. Except that now the alarm is a donkey. I lumbered off around the country lanes, eager as ever not to be run over by a tractor and did 3 miles at 10.06min/mile. Kent makes me faster.↲↲ Back at the tent, Ginge was waiting with a hug and a bottle of water, and I lay on my back on the dewy grass watching the clouds. Until that is I totted up my mileage for the month. 99 miles. Can you see where this is going? On went the socks, the trainers and the garmin and off I went to claim my juneathon century. 9 minutes and 13 seconds later, it was well and truly over. 30 days, 31 runs, 100 miles. I’ve proper enjoyed on it and will reflect on it more when I don’t have to poke at a phone with a stick. What I will say is that it’s been a joy reading everyone’s blogs and I’ve really appreciated everyone’s comments on mine. Thank you!
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Ha, I love the fact you went back out to make it 100, there’s dedication for you! Well done.
Very impressed by your tenacity. Well done!!!
That is true dedication. Firstly everyday and then out again to clock the 100. Well Done!!!
That’s great Well done.
As a matter of interest what time do donkeys wake up?
congrats – enjoyed your pieces during Juneathon!
100 miles, brilliant!
He sounds his donkey alarm at half seven, we think it’s when he gets his carrots. Having said that, he might do some donkey stuff pottering about before breakfast.