Two weeks until race day... it's starting to feel real now and you will be pleased to hear I have actually began to get myself ready for the fact I will be travelling abroad - my passport has been located and I have luggage!
MONDAY: a brief spell on the cross trainer before my Body Pump class.
TUESDAY: shorter intervals were on the plan for today's run, 6 miles with 6 x 800m efforts. I quite enjoyed this, keeping my 800 metre reps all well under the suggested 4 minute time period for each. The muggy dense air did make it a sweaty run though, and I was attacked and bitten by hundreds of bugs - can't have it all ways!
WEDNESDAY: I tried to keep my six mile run slow today, as my plan suggested, and set off at a gentle pace for the first mile. However I soon found I had almost self consciously slipped into 8.30 min/mile pace. This still felt steady, and I guess I just need to accept that maybe as I have been meeting/exceeding my plan's pace targets recently the 'slow' pace suggestions are not quite right for me - a degree of flexibility needed!
THURSDAY: seven faster miles with a few hills thrown in for good measure. I also raced a couple of young lads who were out playing in the street and naively thought they could keep up with me... I challenged them to race to the end of the road, but they dropped out gasping for air after about 20 seconds!
FRIDAY: Rest Day
SATURDAY: my knee was a little sore today, nothing majorly concerning and something I know is linked to tightness in the muscles within the shin area. With this in mind, I resisted going to parkrun. I knew I would not be able to take it easy if I went, so opted to run my 3.1 miles alone. It was no where near as enjoyable but it helped me slow a little and my knee will thank me.
SUNDAY: I really did not feel like running today. After fourteen weeks of marathon training and recent Sundays being consumed by really long runs, waking up to run felt like a bit of an unwelcomed routine. I managed to stop procrastinating though and laced up my trainers for 18 miles. Once I started running I felt a bit better, helped by the fact my legs were feeling strong. What actually aided me more however was when my friend unexpectedly rode up beside me on her bike (see image) and joined me for a large chunk of the middle miles. Chatting away the miles ticked by without me even realising and my mood lifted further. This meant when I was left to face the final five miles solo I was mentally in a good place and my legs were also very much still with me. I finished feeling the best I have during a long run, I had energy left and I could have carried on further without feeling the need to drop my pace. It was a nice long run to finish on as I head into the period we runners often have a love/hate relationship with - the taper!
Alice's Adventures In Running Land
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