There has been one main thing which people have been talking about this week - the London Marathon ballot results. Even if you did not put your name into the draw, chances are you know someone who did. My name was in the proverbial hat, and this week I received my rejection email and magazine - a double whammy! I will admit in previous years I have hung a lot on running the London Marathon, and rejection has been hard to take. This year though I am fine with not having a place for 2019. I am fortunate to have experienced the magic of running London three times, in 2015, 2017 and 2018, and was there as a spectator in 2016 to see my friend conquer the race. Each year has given me treasured memories which I will keep for the rest of my life; it feels almost selfish to want more. This year's London Marathon was particularly special too as I got to share running the race with my friend for the first time, and my Mum and Dad were also on Tower Bridge; hugging them mid race and sharing an absolutely exhausted embrace with my friend at the end made every single one of those horrendously hot steps worth it! Let's not forget the heat - I think I need another year just to get over the feeling of intense heat radiating from the London tarmac too! I have a Good For Age place for 2020 - I feel that this will be the right time for me to run through the capital again.
Aside from the London Marathon fanfare, this week has been a little mixed for me. I felt like I was there with recovery, but I think this week has highlighted that whilst I may be being kind to my legs in terms of demands and mileage, I cannot neglect other areas just because I am not in training mode. My energy levels this week have been poor, so sleep and nutrition are my focus going forward.
MONDAY: after Sunday's Hedgehog Half Marathon I felt a little fatigued today, understandable at this point I think, but managed a double session of Strength and Conditioning for Runners and then Body Pump.
TUESDAY: my tiredness lingered today, so I kept my morning 5 mile run very easy, almost like a 'shake out' run as people like to call it!
WEDNESDAY: whilst I have got into a habit of running early, today my morning alarm was a struggle. I went out later than I had planned so squeezed in a quicker 4 miles. The miles were not as quick as I would have liked though, as my energy levels felt low and I was noticeably hungry, which is never a good feeling when exercising.
THURSDAY: a better run; 5 miles at 8.11 min/mile average pace followed by a Body Pump class in the evening.
FRIDAY: Rest Day
SATURDAY: today I logged my slowest parkrun (which wasn't a pre marathon gentle jog!) for a very long time. I woke feeling tired and looked in the mirror before leaving my house and thought I even looked tired! Sometimes you surprise yourself though - today I really did not! The first mile felt like I was hanging on in the final few metres of a race, I had no energy or drive left in my body at all. Add into this mix the near gale force winds swirling around Lincoln's Boultham Park, the following two miles I literally felt like I was going backward and I could not wait to get to the finish funnel. 22:28 - I was really not on form and actually felt a little queasy after. However, parkrun is not just about the time and this week I had so many people to chat to both pre and post run that I struggled to even leave the park to get to work. I know I bang on about the parkrun community, but honestly it is one of the best and I have made so many diverse friends through attending it always brightens my day - even when I feel like I have dragged my legs around 5k!
SUNDAY: from gale force winds to endless downpours of rain - this run could have been a swim! It never stopped raining from the moment I stepped out the door, and within minutes my t shirt and shorts were clinging to me and my feet squelched inside my shoes - nice! I wanted to run 10 miles and stuck to around 8:30 min/mile pace quite naturally. The conditions meant it was not the most natural feeling run, so it is hard to assess how my body felt as a whole, but I was at least pleased to see I was not the only mad person out running in Lincoln - this made me feel slightly less crazy!
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