One of the great things about running is the space it gives you. It’s like a time out from real life when you can think about whatever the heck you like.
Last week I had some stuff going on, and the best parts of my day was when I could get out and do my training. Have you ever had that? I love it when you can focus all your energy into running and feel the power and speed that it gives you. Happiness, excitement, sadness, anger – they can all make for excellent runing. And, ever the dramatic, I always have an appropriate playlist on to mirror what I feel/want to feel. It’s the perfect Zone. Doesn’t everyone have a soundtrack for themselves? 😉
Here is my run down on marathon training week 7:
- Tuesday: 1 mile jog/strides, 10*400m with 200m recoveries, 1m jog – this was the best cathartic run
- Wednesday: 6m/10km with the Striders
- Thursday: taught 2 hours of pole
- Friday: 7miles/11.6kms in 56:04
- Saturday: pole play
- Sunday: 16m/25.8km run in 2:21
I waited til the end of the weekend to smash out that 16-miler, and I don’t think that was a good idea. It was gorgeous running conditions when I finally went, but it felt like a piece of homework hanging over my head. Running on a Saturday morning means you feel like a superhero for the rest of the weekend, and can enjoy a nice meal on Saturday night without thinking of the digestive challenges the next day. Yep – it’s a glamorous life.
It’s funny how quickly you move on from your goals and achievements whilst training: last week I was over the moon about running 14miles, but by Sunday 14 miles was old news. I’m already getting my head around 18 miles which is coming in 12 days time.
I think it’s good because it’s made me realize they’re just numbers. Don’t get me wrong – last night I was knackered, and embarrassingly tipsy after a glass of wine that evening, but I’ve realized through this month that if you can get to one landmark, it’s not too hard to spring for the next one.
But. When I finished yesterday, and tried to imagine going for another 10 miles, I wasn’t so enthusiastic. Let’s not try to run before we can walk (hahahahaha – running humor).