This is how is goes -
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| And so to bed! |
1. Wake up before the alarm goes off - worried that I will sleep in and miss my run.
2. Don't know what the time is - to look at the alarm is only going to show that it is either the middle of the night or it is just about time to get up and both are going to piss me off.
3. Try to get back to sleep - fail to do so
4. Alarm goes off - feel knackered and think to myself that I cannot be arsed knocking my pan out on a threshold run before breakfast.
That's what it has been like this week. I have entered the dark place. That place in the marathon cycle where you are passed the euphoria of the early weeks but have long enough to go to know that the end is certainly not round the corner and the next three weeks of intense work will shape your race if you are to achieve your goals. Every session counts. Musn't miss a session. I need a plan and have decided that Tuesday and Thursday I will run in the evening. Simple. Now back to sleep!
Managed out for the 5X1 mile interval and could only tick the box. Not a great run for various reasons. The achilles felt fine - but it was not to end like that! I also made one fatal error in my prep for this run. EATING! Yes not content with a little snack before my run I decide to consume a feast of leftovers including salmon, spag bol and some toast. Not a wise idea as my stomach can testify to a couple of hours later. Now I have only ever been caught short on one run before and that was down at Cardiff doing a 14 miler on a Sunday after a massive session at the cricket on the Saturday. It was not pleasant. I suffered a double catastrophe tonight - two attacks of the what is known in running parlance as The Gingerbread Man. There is nothing more disconcerting than to be cranking out a 1 mile repeat whilst clenching your buttocks. It doesn't work - I can testify to this. I had to stop mid run on two occasions. This pretty much ruined the session. A fairly basic error and which was compounded by the fact that I have had a relapse on the achilles and had to walk home at 10.45pm. All in all a complete f***k up!
Difficult to gauge how the run went from an effort point of view. Felt that I did push it but on the last repeat held back significantly because of the achilles. Maybe 75% - certainly alot more could have been given. Concerned about the 13 miler tomorrow morning. Let's see how I pull up.
Numbers - 6.12 miles - 49.27 mins (including pit stops) - 8.05 pace - 75 cadence - 834 calories
Managed out for the 5X1 mile interval and could only tick the box. Not a great run for various reasons. The achilles felt fine - but it was not to end like that! I also made one fatal error in my prep for this run. EATING! Yes not content with a little snack before my run I decide to consume a feast of leftovers including salmon, spag bol and some toast. Not a wise idea as my stomach can testify to a couple of hours later. Now I have only ever been caught short on one run before and that was down at Cardiff doing a 14 miler on a Sunday after a massive session at the cricket on the Saturday. It was not pleasant. I suffered a double catastrophe tonight - two attacks of the what is known in running parlance as The Gingerbread Man. There is nothing more disconcerting than to be cranking out a 1 mile repeat whilst clenching your buttocks. It doesn't work - I can testify to this. I had to stop mid run on two occasions. This pretty much ruined the session. A fairly basic error and which was compounded by the fact that I have had a relapse on the achilles and had to walk home at 10.45pm. All in all a complete f***k up!
Difficult to gauge how the run went from an effort point of view. Felt that I did push it but on the last repeat held back significantly because of the achilles. Maybe 75% - certainly alot more could have been given. Concerned about the 13 miler tomorrow morning. Let's see how I pull up.
Numbers - 6.12 miles - 49.27 mins (including pit stops) - 8.05 pace - 75 cadence - 834 calories
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