.. i carried on plodding along, my legs where burning and i was breathing out my arse, in the blazing heat with no clouds in the sky.
..FINALLY i got to the end after seeing a sign saying "East Lancashire Road 3/4 mile ---->" and i ran to the end where it comes out on the East Lancs road, and thought "shit", now i've gotta run back, anyway i turned around and plodded on, nackered, shirt off getting bitten by flies all over torturing myself in this heat...
1 hour later from starting running i get back where i start.
i was waiting for 10 minutes for my mate to get back (he was behind me running, hes slower), anyway when he got back we drove his car up the road, and it clocked 4.4 miles to the end in total, and obviously its 4.4 miles back, so i ran 8.8 miles in an hour, which isn't too good to be honest (or is it?!), but considering i've never ran that far before, i didn't need to stop either, i was just totally W@nkered on the way back, sweating to hell, it was torture.
I'm going again tommorow doing the full 8.8 miles again.
(my legs are acheing to hell today)
I was shocked to find out how far i had ran. har har!
When i got to the end of the road (4.4 miles) i thought i CAN'T turn around and carry on with this, i felt that i had to walk but i carried on running, my legs where in so much pain and agony, but no matter how much you feel you need to stop, you don't need to, you can always go them extra few miles, this might seem strange but that run yesterday made me realise the limits of my body's endurance, they are much more than i had thought.
Just thought i'd share that with you all, give you some motivation.

