6 weeks into training! And still I feel like a novice. 6 weeks in also means that it’s only 10 weeks til Race Day, which will fly by. I’ve gotten into a nice little habit of 3-4 runs a week: a gentle run, a tempo run, speed/hill work and a long run. Usually I can’t meet the full requirements of the training schedule, but I’m balancing it by doing strength work too…
On Saturday I broke a personal record of mine: I ran the furthest I’ve ever ran in my life. In all the years on this earth! Here is how my training went during the last week:
- Monday: 2.5m/4k tempo run to Tempest Runners, 2.7m/4.5k gentle with the Runners
- Tuesday: Lunchtime Lunges & hill repeats
- Wednesday: rest
- Thursday: 6m/10k tempo run
- Friday: rest
- Saturday: 14.2m/22.8k in 2:03
It’s been a long time since I had race day nerves, but they were there for Saturday’s run…. On Friday night, poor SB was trying to watch Predator, but had to deal with a truculent, vicious creature of his own who jumped out of nowhere and made misery. On Saturday I just wanted to get it started. I don’t know why it was such a big marker for me – it was only 2 miles longer than I had done the weekend before – but I was bricking it.
And then once I started, it was fine! Thankfully the time I had to do it in made for a really relaxed pace, but I soon found myself speeding up a little. It seems my natural pace, if I was to run and not track anything, is around an 8:30 mile.
SB ran with me for the first 3 miles, and then I was on my own for the rest as he went to the gym. Strangely enough it was much easier than the run the previous week, and I think it’s down to two things:
- I was running in a strange place the week before – we were in Birmingham, and I didn’t know the roads, so I had no markers or familiarity on the route
- I fueled properly – this time I had breakfast before I ran, and two gels on the way around. Last week I had a lucozade and a banana before I left, and that’s it. Not the smartest move!
The last four miles were in some really strong wind, which made it so much more fun that I could have run for another 4 miles. Not really – the wind was awful, and I was glad I only had to contend with it for the final stretch.
By the time I finished, my legs were starting to feel tired, but I could imagine myself being able to run on. Whether I could manage another 12 miles is a different story, but I could have done another mile or three for sure. And this has done loads for my confidence! I’m not kidding myself that the final 12 miles in a marathon will be easy, but if I can get to mile 14 feeling as ok as I did on Saturday, then hopefully that will bode well
I made sure to finish my run at Sainsburys so I could get my favourite post-run treat: a chocolate For Goodness Shakes.
Nothing tastes as good after a long run as one of these bad boys, and they contain the perfect combo of protein and carbs to help you recover. I just can’t say enough about them.