Run Britain Days 23: From Portsmouth to Southampton

This morning, for the first time, I desperately didn’t want to be running around Britain anymore. I am missing home. I’m missing Harry and Shadow. I am missing normal life. I am missing not being completely and utterly exhausted.

I feel so much pressure on my rest time. It should be plenty of time - 8 hours to run, 8 hours to rest and organise, 8 hours to sleep. But every morning the need to leave and get on my feet again seems to come too quickly. This morning, I didn’t want to head back to Portsmouth to start my walking time again.

Luckily I was joined by some great friends. Natasha, who has been a brilliant support for my tracking came along for about an hour, Emily completed about 10km. And Amber completed a whole day and we even managed some running. It was the pick me up I needed. A whole day of great company. And I even finished with time for a catch up on some of my planning and logistics.

With Dorset and the Jurassic Coast beckoning tomorrow, I am feeling (slightly) better about this whole mission.