A bitterly cold evening – the temperature is dropping again, and the air feels ominously like snow… I was due for dinner at my brother’s just after 8, so time was pressing. The schedule said 7miles slow, and I did 7.5miles pretty fast. It didn’t feel like too much of a strain and I feel fine today. I actually enjoyed pushing myself – which makes me a little concerned that I have perhaps been taking it too easy. New outlook, from today – I’m going to up the pushing and see what happens. My Brighton half Marathon is in sight, and I would love to bag a PB.
U2 dominated my shuffled play list and it was surprisingly motivating – Sunday, Bloody Sunday made me sprint the last 0.5 mile home.
Glasto – U2 – I’m still not entirely sure – old material = great – new stuff = tiring.
Run with the club, was accosted and asked whether I would take a group out. Was a little reluctant as it meant I wasn’t running exactly as my schedule dictated. However, I only had about three followers and ended up going a little faster than the 8 min mile I advertised. I have a horrible feeling I lost someone on the way though, I was hoping he knew the route…
I ended up running further than I had planned, as I managed to forget a vital piece of kit – my sports bra! (I was dangerously close to calling it quits because of this) I forced myself to make a detour via home, than ran onto club, and back home afterward. The club run was saved.
Well, I can say that this week has not been the best. However I think I have managed to salvage an OK total, mileage wise. A mixture of feeling under the weather, social events and boredom have made the week feel like a bit of a failure. However, all was not lost and I did manage a fairly decent 12 miles on Sunday. I’m re-reading Haruki Murakami’s ‘What I Talk about when I Talk about Running’ in an attempt to refuel my enthusiasm!
Today was my 20th run of my training plan, and I’m tired! It’s the first time that I have felt a tiny smidgen of “oh, I wish I didn’t have to do this” ! I feel guilty for admitting it – but I have tried to spend the day reassuring myself that it’s just part of the roller coaster which is Marathon training. I ache also – the hard core pilates yesterday is hitting me in the shoulder blades and in my hamstrings. I need a massage…
Also, as Ray says, he can be the Apollo Creed to my Rocky
I took the spare place of a colleague at Pilates today. I’m not convinced that this was the best way to spend my lunchtime. It was a small class of 6, taken by a feisty teacher, who I immediately felt intimidated by and useless in front of. I am one of the most inflexible people you can find (especially for a runner) and had to endure an hour of being singled out as the poor new girl, who can’t touch her toes and doesn’t know how to tilt her pelvis whilst dropping her ribcage. At one point she was lying next to me to show me how to do it, and then forcibly pushed my pelvis into place. The lesson ended with her shouting after me to make sure I stretch, or basically I will stay useless and feel stupid every time I am in a ‘touch your toes’ situation.
Today’s run was hard. I’m not feeling 100% and a late night/early morning didn’t help. I dragged myself out for a pretty pathetic 5 miles (it was supposed to be six…) Also, it was supposed to include 4 miles of fartlek. I tried, but the attempt was feeble.
The landscape was very uninspiring, the sky cloudy and the air damp. A far cry from my last run.
Today’s run was spectacular. I have been in Wales for the weekend, in the Brecon Beacon National Park. The sky was blue, the air crisp and the countryside stunningly still. There was a little snow underfoot and a sprinkling on the higher peaks. 11 miles zoomed by as I took in my surroundings, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery. My knees were a little sore afterward and I could feel a slight tightness in my chest and throat – I hope its not a cold!
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