MONDAY: This week marked the start of my official ten week training programme for the Great North Run, and began with an 8k run. I gave my new running shoes a spin and the run felt amazing! My legs were fresh, and I managed to keep every kilometre under 5mins, averaging 4.47 minute kilometres. Body Pump after meant it was a great start to the week.
TUESDAY: Body Attack class
WEDNESDAY: Rest Day - I was invited to London today for a celebration event as part of the community volunteering I am involved with. This meant catching the train at 7am and staying over in London - so it felt like a natural option to have this as my rest day, although was slightly strange being mid-week! Being in London also brought back lots of London Marathon memories. The event itself took place at City Hall which overlooked Tower Bridge - one of my favourite parts of the race. I also had a few moments of deja-vu when I was walking around and suddenly would remember running down a certain street!
THURSDAY: today I was feeling the effects of the numerous glasses of free wine, and the other alcoholic beverages I had consumed during a evening out in Soho. Running with a hangover makes me feel less guilty, although is usually a bit of a struggle. I managed my planned 8k with a 5.19min/km average pace, I wouldn't say it was enjoyable though!
FRIDAY: Another 8km run, this time on the treadmill with sprint intervals. My right hamstring, which had been tight last week, was back with a vengeance tonight. I felt like my leg coud hardly extend and I had to stop at one point to stretch it out. After the run, I made up for missing my usual Wednesday Body Pump class by doing a lengthy weights session.
SATURDAY: 8km again! My arms and upper body were very sore from yesterday's gym session and again my hamstring was uncomfortably tight. I managed to get under 5min for my average kilometre pace, but it was tougher than Monday's run.
SUNDAY: this run can be summed up as hamstring hell. Before I even started running I knew it was going to be a challenge, just walking my hamstring was tight. Althought the run was only 13km, so shorter than what I have usually been running on Sunday's, it was hard going. I chose a route I had not ran in months... and soon remembered why! My friend had shown me the loop at the start of my London Marathon training, and at the time I remember struggling with it and having my admiration for my friend increased even further after watching her breeze through it. It features a lot of inclines, of varying lengths, peaks etc. so this was not probably a very good idea for my hamstring, but I wanted the challenge. At times it literally felt like I was dragging my right leg along with me and I had to stop at one point (see image with sheep for support!) to give it a stretch. But I made it, and now literally cannot wait for my sports massage tomorrow! There was one moment of light relief on the run, when my inner competiveness came out again. On one of the inclines I somehow entered into a race with a young boy on a bike, who's friend stood at the top of the hill cheering him on. It was a tightly fought battle, but I am pleased to say I came out on top, laughing to myself as his friend shouted abuse at the boy for being beaten 'by a girl'!
Alice's Adventures In Running Land
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