That's it, my arse is not moving off this couch for the rest of the night. I've my feet up on the foot stool, a belly full of roast beef, and an open can of Stella Artois to soothe me. The feet aren't so bad either after the half marathon. No blisters or chaffs, just a dull throbbing that goes up to my knee caps.
I would have smashed my target time of 1:45 - 1:50 if it wasn't for my wobbly 9th mile. For some unfathomable reason my legs just stopped working. I could have no more ran than licked my elbow. So I walked for about half a mile until the blood seeped back into my quads.
I never regained my previous pace, though managed to run the rest of the way at about 9:30 minute miles, which brought me in just under 1:55. Not bad.
Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I have some slobbing to do.