This week I had a licence to
kill run. I was back with a vengeance. The bitch was back. And any other movie tag lines that I can use for running.
Here is a summary of my week three:
- Monday: 5.5 miles/9km in 49 mins. This wasn’t on the training plan, but I wanted to get some distance done to get out of my funk.
- Tuesday: 7 miles/11km. 1m warm up, then 4m fast with 400m recoveries (approx 3 mins), and 1 mile cool down
- Wednesday: 5.5 miles/9km with the Striders
- Thursday: rest
- Friday: Metafit, then 4 miles/6.4km in 32 mins
- Saturday: rest
- Sunday: 10 miles/16km in 90 mins
Total miles: 32
On Friday I was feeling pretty pleased with myself for doing both Metafit and a 4 mile run. ‘The rest of the class was core work, so that wasn’t too bad for my run’ I wrote. Famous last words. On Saturday my legs – particularly my poor adductors – were mighty sore. I forgot about the lunges and squats we did in the euphoria of finishing a class.
Sunday’s run was the first 12k-plus run I had done since the half marathons back in September. I really need race goals to keep out there I think. SB ran the first three miles with me, running alongside the river and towards his gym.
About 2 miles in, I remembered the things which make a long run more bearable:
- If it’s windy outside, don’t opt for the high-ponytail-healthy-girl look, unless you enjoy eye-whiplash for the duration of your run
- Running into the wind will almost certainly mean that you will run with the wind. Running into the wind will challenge you more, and make you a more effective runner and all that stuff, but running with the wind is 1000% better. Fact.
- Don’t be a hero. If you pass a bathroom, it’s never good to gamble unless you want an uncomfortable remainder of the run. And that’s all I have to say about that
- A good playlist will help you get in The Zone, where miles pass easily and your thoughts are deep.
- Never set out without an idea of where you’re going – you’ll almost always want to cut it short. If you know where you’re going, you can prepare for the distance, the route, and how long it will take.
At one time during Sunday’s run, I may or may not have had to deal with all of these. The final one is key for me: I hate running, and checking my distance, to find that I have to run another 3k before I reach my distance. By this time in the run, I’m thinking about finishing, and to have to ‘find’ another 3k is mentally hard, which then needs more strength to finish.
We had friends to visit this weekend, and on Saturday we went to Beamish – an outdoor mining village museum set in the year 1913. We saw old cars, pigs and heard the air raid siren (everything is 1913 except the farm, which is 1940s, obviously). It was a good visit.