MONDAY: I started the week with my monthly Sports Massage - which I was strangely looking forward to. It is roughly a year ago I had my first ever session when I was training for the London Marathon, and the difference in pain levels was notable; the first time being virtually excruciating! Hopefully this is a sign that my body is in better condition now than a year ago! No stretching or foam roller work later at the gym as my legs were tender, just 40 minutes of gentle cross training before my Body Pump class.
TUESDAY: today's interval session was one of those you look at on paper and think - I am never going to remember that! The plan was for 10 x 400m fast, with 200m recovery - a workout probably more suited to the track than the streets of Lincoln. But I made it work, after a 1 mile warm up I ran repeated 400m/200m intervals until I reached my goal distance of 6 miles - giving up on even attempting to count how many intervals I had ran! I enjoyed the session, 400m fast felt tough but manageable, with only a few of the intervals which fell on uphill sections being truly horrible.
WEDNESDAY: A slow 8 miles before my Body Pump class. At first my legs felt energy-less, it was a struggle to get any form of rhythm going, and steps felt forced even at a slow pace. I was seriously wondering if I was going to make it round the distance. I stuck at it though, and the sensation eased. By the time I got towards the end of my Body Pump class I was however absolutely knackered, my body shaking with fatigue.
THURSDAY: I found myself on the treadmill this evening, in an attempt to complete my steady paced 7 miles. I tried to psych myself up for it, set the machine to the required pace and distance, shut down all icons, and started to run, hoping my mind would drift off and zone out into running mode. But I just could not get into it at all. I hated every step; lasted 15 minutes and hit stop (I am no Susie Chan clearly!). I was supposed to be running for an hour today, so instead I made up the remaining 45 minutes with cardio work, trying to make my RPM on the bike and cross trainer match that of my running. This was the first run I had not completed on my plan in seven weeks - did I feel bad? Not really, as to be honest I had other things I was thinking about.
FRIDAY: Rest Day
SATURDAY: my sister was visiting me today so I took her to her first ever Park Run - after spending months telling her she needs to go check out her local Park Run in Liverpool! Full blog to follow.
SUNDAY: today's long run was the first time I felt like I was in the real midst of a hard marathon training programme. I enjoyed it, but it was tough at the end. I had 16 miles to do and ran the first 13 miles with my sister; we had a favorable morning with only a slight headwind for the first six or so miles. However, I ran the last 3 miles alone, along streets I have tread countless times before, and which included a number of varying inclines. These factors combined sapped my energy and this final short stretch was a real battle. Today felt like a proper long run, and it brought back a lot of memories from my London Marathon training; feelings which somehow you seem to forget when thinking another marathon is a good idea!
Alice's Adventures In Running Land
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