I’ve been quiet for a couple of weeks (not like me, I know…)
Been a very busy Bean with training really picking up the distance and pace now.
The week before last (week post back/neck injury) was brilliant. The first week in about 6 or 7 weeks that work commitments didn’t hamper my training schedule.
6 mile Tuesday (walk jog run)
x trainer Wednesday
6.5 mile Thursday
X trainer Friday
16 mile Sunday.
Fantastic. I was feeling on top of the world. My distance run was consistent and leg pain free.
Then: a miracle.
For the first time since training began in July last year, I went for my Tuesday run this week and managed 5 pain free miles.
I even managed to spell the word Balls with my GPS. Which I think might be my best success to date.
I could have kept going but I had eaten my emergency Snickers too close to run time. So ended up feeling particularly sick.
This week ended a bit differently. Due to weekend plans, my usual distance run was brought forward to Saturday morning. Early. It didn’t go fantastically. For a start, I was slow. The weather wasn’t great. 14 degrees and muggy. Immediately I knew I’d judged nutrition wrong. Should have gone savoury. Sweet is just rank when it’s humid. Last weeks 11 minute mile average was replaced by 12.5 minute miles. I had opted for long sleeves as it was forecast to heave it down. It didn’t. The sun came out. But not like last Sunday in 16 degrees and sunny with a breeze. This was hot, humid and MIDGE CENTRAL. Not fun. I did manage to make 10 miles before I had to take an ibuprofen for my hips. Which are beginning to hurt very badly on longer runs.
By mile 10 I realised that the route I’d planned was shit. Not only would I have to retrace steps, I’d pass my house with 4 miles still to go. BRUTAL.
18 miles in 3hrs40 mins. Not brilliant but it marks the beginning of the end of my real endurance training.
4 hours is the plan for next Sunday. And if I can get to 20 miles that will be a huge psychological barrier met. Which would significantly reduce my anxiety. I hope.
This week will depend entirely on how quickly I can shift The Plague which I woke up with this morning. I was warned early on in my training by part time Super Hero and full time Iron Man @ironpugsley that once I hit 18 miles (honestly think the man is psychic) I’d struggle with my immune system. I can’t decide whether he’s jinxed me or not.
Either way. Here I am. With my temp finally below 39 degrees. Feeling a little sore and sleepy but not as horribly sick as I was earlier.
If I can shift this I will be on my way to my last big run before my birthday holiday and the start of tapering.
I also got my race vest this week from Maggie’s. A scary moment.
Watch this space for Race Pack arrival!