10k to 10 miles

Top* - John Lewis, Leggings* - John Lewis, Jacket - ASOS, Trainers - Nike

It's been at least a month or two since I wrote a blog post on running, and you'll know by now, that my blog posts are about as sporadic as my actual runs.  However, with the Mr successfully finishing the Paris marathon last month and a recent Sunday morning spent glued to the television watching the London marathon, it was inevitable that I'd be donning my trainers again, convincing myself I might this time find my running feet (pun fully intended).
Well, two and a half weeks later, yes a whole 17 days and I'm still going strong, I've even printed myself out a little plan that I'm currently sticking to.  I'm not aiming to run a marathon, I'm not completely delusional but what I would like to do, is maybe push past that 10k distance and maybe, just maybe, get up to 10 miles, because wouldn't that be awesome to say I can run 10 miles.
So I've got my plan, with a little space to write a comment alongside each run, that's what Vassos does and we know how inspired (read:slightly obsessed) I am by him, and actually it's a genius idea because I always feel good after completing a run, and reminding myself of that when I've got that 'I really can't be arsed feeling' is a good push to get me out that door.
Next on the agenda is a new pair of trainers, now that I'm putting my current pair through their paces (again, pun intended) they're retaliating by giving me blisters, so the hunt is on for the perfect kicks, which of course, buying a new pair means I have to keep going. 
I've also had a bit of a revelation, I've discovered the podcast!  One of the things I find hard about running is the lack of distraction, the mr when he runs just finds he totally chills out, he enjoys the scenery and gets lost in his music.  That doesn't work for me, I'm too busy watching where my feet are stepping to look up, and music usually sets a pace too fast for me to keep up with, but the podcast is working a treat.  I can still focus on my feet, but the chat keeps my mind on something other than how much I want to stop, how heavy my legs are or is this heavy breathing actually an asthma attack.  
So with some help from the Mr (he's coming with me each time I want to up my distance), some Cumbrian sunshine (I've been surprised too) and 'My dad wrote a porno' I'm now up to 5 miles, already at half my goal! And once I've got my new trainers, which I'm sure will make me run faster and further, who knows where I'll be in another 17 days...