I was a little shocked when I realised that by the end of this week I would be a quarter of the way through my sixteen week marathon training plan. The difference between my first and second ventures into marathon training suddenly seemed apparent. Comparing my two training diaries seemed to reinforce that I feel more accustomed to running further and harder now, in contrast to last year when I was training for the London Marathon. It was actually quite rewarding to feel and read how a year had changed me.
MONDAY: No running Mondays meant some gentle cross training in the gym, stretching, foam roller work, and then my Body Pump class.
TUESDAY: I shocked myself today by actually enjoying my interval run. The plan was for a 10k distance featuring 5 x 800m fast efforts, with 2 minute recoveries. On paper I was dreading it, but when I got out there I much preferred the shorter, sharper intervals compared to the last couple of weeks, when I have been running what seems an epic 1.5 mile intervals at a fast pace. My legs felt good and I think I even added an extra interval on than the plan suggested - unheard of!
WEDNESDAY: a midweek 13k which literally just felt really long. My pace was steady so it was not an especially hard run, but it just seemed a little never ending on a week night. Body Pump class after.
THURSDAY: today was very, very cold. Sleet had been blowing most of the day and I was beginning to dread running outside. Luckily for me I only had a very small time window between finishing work and an evening meeting in which I could squeeze in a run - so I literally had to go! I managed a fairly quick 5k, bracing myself against the cold, icy winds and sleet flurries which were attacking me. I ended my run as the sun was setting over Lincoln (see image) which made the harsh weather a little more tolerable!
FRIDAY: it was cold again today and I really did not fancy running. I had to switch my rest days around this week to account for the 10k race I had entered on Sunday, and it was like in my head the knowledge I could have been resting made it seem more of an effort to go out! But I went. The plan was for 8k, with a jog warm up and cool down and a fast 5k in the middle. I managed to psych myself up to go for it, I felt good bar a little calf tightness, but then I realised I had messed up my route. I hit the 8k mark still well away from home....doh! I gently ran the final 2k back to my door, but it felt like forever when I knew I did not really have to be doing it!
SATURDAY: Rest Day
SUNDAY: today my plan was for a 10k race, and by more luck than judgement, it perfectly coincided with the Winter Run 10k race I had entered in Liverpool with my sister. Full blog to follow - but I ran a 49.14 time which I was happy with, until I remembered my plan advised to aim for sub 46mins! This would have been a huge PB for me anyway, but the gulf did leave me a little disheartened. Clearly more work to be done if I want that sub 4hr marathon time, so onto next week!
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