March miles….and the bends.

I’ve just looked up my miles for March, to answer a question George asked in our On The Wagon Facebook group.  How many miles did you all run in March?  And my answer… “only 65.8 miles”.  Only.  I mean, that’s at least 30 miles short of what I’d have done if the knee hadn’t had…

Putting in the work

I’m going to write this today, before whatever’s going to happen tomorrow happens. The knee is improving – not quite better yet; it still doesn’t function well as a spring or a pivot, but provided all it’s asked to do is hinge the big bones in my leg, it’s fine.  Unseen bumps in the road,…

You’ve never had it so good…

Yeah, well I see now that I’d more or less jinxed this marathon training malarkey.  It was all too easy – I didn’t get ill, I didn’t skip sessions (well.  Two sessions.  But that’s pretty good going), I didn’t hurt myself early on when the miles were building.  I let myself off too early, a…

Injury bench

There’s not much to say, this week.  My knee hasn’t recovered from Silverstone, and I’ve spent most of the week with it heavily strapped, swearing colourfully as I descend every staircase… I haven’t been alone.  One of my dogs has been very severely ill, for the last week and a half.  He had horrible diarrhoea…

Silverstone Half Marathon

So.  I just ran my first official half marathon.  Round the F1 race track at Silverstone! Which should be pretty awesome, and the bling was certainly impressive, but let’s get the negatives out of the way… As it turns out, running round a race track is not the most interesting way to spend a lunchtime…

Swearing allowed…

Well.  It seems I didn’t update on last week – perhaps because it was difficult to pull out positives… The week began with a set of two 25 minute threshold intervals.  I set out to do them before work on Tuesday morning, in Oxford.  Sadly, the traffic prevailed and I arrived at work without an hour…

Morning fuel

I’ve always been a morning runner.  I simply can’t get my act/energy/interest together to run after 12pm, and experience has taught me that it’s altogether better if I just roll with this. Typically, I set my kit out the night before, get up and into my running clothes, and leave the house before I’ve woken…

Ooops

I missed a weekend update.  Which is a shame, because it was actually a bloomin’ good weekend, from a training and pretty much an every other point of view… I took myself into Oxford on Saturday morning, with the intention of running the route of the Oxford Half Marathon.  My training plan said 140 minutes,…

Climbing the mountain

A little while ago, I read a book called Elizabeth is Missing; a mystery novel where the story is narrated by an elderly woman who has dementia.  Her condition worsens over the course of the novel, but her voice gives an insightful, imaginative and powerful view of the world from the eyes of a someone…

Wandering winter wonders…

Oh, spring marathon! With your 16 week training schedule and your athlete-focussed approach! How little you have to say in all your brochures and glossy bits of puff about that greatest of British variables… winter weather. I suppose for much of the 7 weeks since Christmas, we have actually been particularly blessed.  It’s been a…

Long run, reflections and stars

  Yesterday’s long run was two cold, exposed, wind-swept, rain-drenched hours.  Two hours!  TWO!! I set a course crossing the A40, down to South Leigh, through Eynsham and eventually meeting the patient and wonderful Mr P in Barnard’s Gate for a short ride home.  There’s a lot of time to fill, in two hours, and…

Flat Line

So George sent out an email, today.  George’s emails have an infuriating habit of saying just what I need to hear, when I need to hear it.  I guess that’s why he’s the coach and I’m the acolyte, but whatever… Anyway, this week I have done a Bad Thing.  And it’s the first time I’ve…