It’s been a bit of a manic week this week, and running hasn’t quite felt as organised and structured as previous weeks. It’s bound to happen many times through this whole training process – in fact, there will probably be more ‘manic’ than ‘normal’ weeks. The rhythm of work and social life continues, in whatever capacity that is, and running has to fit around it; it won’t be taking over my life until it either becomes necessary (to find enough time for longer runs) or an enjoyable benefit (carb-loading – always comes back to food). Life goes on.
Run 22 – Tuesday’s run was only a mile long. It was the first time I was totally gonna bail from running due to rainy weather, but then realised for the first time in my life that I literally HAD to go for a run. Even if it was just 10 mins down the road, I had to get out and do it. I never thought this would happen. Oh, how things have changed. Because of my indecisiveness, I left the house late and so only had time to fit in a mile. And it’s a good job (or because) I ran a flat route that my time seemed considerably quicker than the first mile I ran all those weeks back in September. 9min 59 secs. Come on! A great encouragement in the miserable weather.
Run 23 – Nice standard run on Thursday. 2.5m, who’d have thought I’d call that a standard run a few weeks ago? Pace was good, especially considering for the next few weeks Thurs mornings will be extra early because of a work commitment – and I’m not amazing at getting my brain in gear in the mornings.
Run 24 – This had to happen on Saturday due to being away over the weekend and when I had free time. I was in beautiful East Sussex countryside, joined by Guest Runner 3. We looked at a sketch map of possible paths around the area and just headed off out ready to make up a route. We began heading slightly downhill and along a nice flat path, and all seemed dandy. But not for long. I am eternally grateful to GR3 for being there, otherwise I would definitely have walked up the epic hill we encountered after half a mile. Looking at the stats on Run Keeper, we made a total elevation of 381 ft in this 4.25 mile run, with 167 ft of it being climbed in half a mile. I thought I was going to collapse – the only thing that kept me going was knowing that GR3 was behind me and if I stopped I would end up on the floor rolling back down the hill, taking her with me. Not cool. We ran nearly all of the route along roads with no paths, hoping for the best and praying we could run quick enough round bends that we wouldn’t cause an accident (don’t worry mum, all was fine). We somehow clawed back an average of 12 min miles which was what kept me going in the second half – even with all my moaning, we had a great run and were rewarded on the way back with a gorgeous sunset over the hills. I’m still convinced we ran way more up than down. We’ll be back there in March, and will probably run again – though I refuse to do that ridiculous hill. GR3 called it ‘good hill training’, I called it ‘heart attack hill’. Not happening.
Making the longer run on Saturday meant Sunday was a rest day, and to sync with my training, so was today. Tomorrow I’m back on it. And I can’t wait.