weekend positives

Third time’s the charm…

Saturday dawned bright and early, and a little less early – and possibly a little less bright – we dawned, too. The plan was to leave home at 6am, to get to the start for 7:30am, and wangle our way into the first wave of starters. We nailed the leaving part; the travelling part took…

Old Dog…

Seems you *can* teach an old dog new tricks, and this weekend I’ve done me some learning. Having smashed my Thursday fast short run, Becky and I took a look at my data. Specifically, I wanted to know why I’ve found it so hard to run any distance lately. We looked at heart rate and…

NAILED IT!

Today I set out for my fast 6km Thursday run. You remember me whingeing last week about how “fast” and “8km” were mutually incompatible ideas? Well I discussed it with Becky, and she agreed that perhaps we should start the build-up at 6km. So this week, my first official marathon training week, was a fast…

Listening to the brag of my heart

Many reasons why this post is so entitled… It’s about confidence; it’s about survival; it’s about I am, I am, I am. At the end of last year, I was reading the Run Mummy Run Facebook group, where people were discussing their annual stats. And I wondered – I genuinely did – how they knew….

Well, I forgot to do this yesterday, but here are my three positives from the first week of a training programme: I am adapting to running in heat. Slowly, and painfully, but adapting all the same. Turns out you need to hydrate properly *all* week -not just on run days. I have survived the first…