Spent the weekend with TLH in Brighton "baby" sitting my niece and nephew. Usual parkrun on Saturday morning and then fuelled by too much stout on saturday evening an idea for my weekly long run began to form. Brighton seafront is flat. I thought...
Run down to the pier on the seafront, turn left, run to the marina, turnaround, run back to the pier, carry on, run to the end of Hove Lagoon, turnaround, back to the pier, run back north to b-i-l's house. I awoke to, and left the house in, a light rain which, over the next two-and-a-bit hours got heavier. To the extent that pavements on Brighton's London Road were flooded on the return leg. Turning at the marina I realised the wind had been at my back, but by the time I turned again at the Lagoon it had backed around and was blowing offshore and gusting such that running in straight line required much concentration. 15km in I had to go to a petrol station shop on the sea front for a bottle of water and some nom, not having brought anything with me, and restarting on again took a fair bit of willpower - though I had little choice in how else to get 'home' .
Still a shade over 21km in character building (read drowned rat) conditions in 2h17 elapsed - but like a nobber, when slightly pished the evening before, I'd set my forerunner to 20km not 21km, and I failed to take into account how long it might take my forerunner to get a satellite lock on starting off so a chunk was missing from the beginning and about 1km at the end was recoded as a separate run, so Strava, my record-of-note, has recorded a an epic failure to complete half-mara distance! I've not run a half-mara, or more, in more than 25 years.
Next target is getting round a 9 mile XC race on 7 December.