Abersoch 10k
Tuesday goes great, I am flying in training and very happy with myself. Wednesday goes badly.
I run, so you dont have to
Tuesday goes great, I am flying in training and very happy with myself. Wednesday goes badly.
Last Tuesday I had to miss a race because of work, so this Tuesday I decide to miss work because of a race.
I am a big believer in strike while the iron is hot. There is not much point being in great shape in training, if you don’t bring it out for a race. Last weekend I ran well in a 5km Park Run, but it’s only a Park Run, so I want to get on the track and see what I can do. Last year I ran 15.28 in the Trafford 5000m, and I reckon I can go better this year. I haven’t actually managed to go faster in any race this year, so really keen on getting that done.
Tuesday I am out in the hot sun all day with nothing to drink. I am getting pulled around by a wacker plate twice my size, and by the time it gets to home time I am feeling pretty wacked myself. On top of this, Nina’s car battery has died, so she has to take me to and from work with the kids. Although it’s only for a few days, I realise how much I rely on that quiet time inbetween home and work.
Anyway, I am sposed to be doing a fell race in the evening. But I am not feeling it at all. I could force myself to go, but I know I have another hard day at work tomorrow, and I will be totally ruined. I hate having my life dictated by work, but sometimes that’s just the way it is. I am in bed by 8.30pm.
I am also supposed to be running at the Liverpool Rock n Roll Half Marathon this week, I am looking forward to it for a few reasons;
1) I can support the Bangor Uni students who will be there doing the full marathon. I have done some talks and training sessions with the class and have been reading all their blogs
2) I might win
It is that twilight period for me where; I am out of routine, getting up late, going to bed late, gently fading into mediocrity, and loving it…
I promised Nina I would not be running at all this week. I have booked the period off work, and we are looking forward to pure family time. But something is wrong with me. I’m just not tired enough after London Marathon, my legs don’t ache enough…
This is the final week of my build up to London Marathon. I think I can remember off the top of my head how many miles I’ve done for the past 9 weeks: