One of the great things about running is the space it gives you. Itâ€™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. Doesnâ€™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 theÂ 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 â€“ itâ€™s a glamorous life.
Itâ€™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. Iâ€™m already getting my head around 18 miles which is coming in 12 days time.
I think itâ€™s good because itâ€™s made me realize theyâ€™re just numbers. Donâ€™t get me wrong â€“ last night I was knackered, and embarrassingly tipsy after a glass of wine that evening, but Iâ€™ve realized through this month that if you can get to one landmark, itâ€™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 wasnâ€™t so enthusiastic. Letâ€™s not try to run before we can walk (hahahahaha â€“ running humor).