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…
Tag: attitude
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…
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…
And so it begins…
Training for Brighton officially began on Monday. The day after my birthday. Luckily, given the birthday situation, training began with a rest day. I used it to devise a little body conditioning workout for myself, on the basis that stronger legs will run better. So I did some kettle bell exercises in the quiet of…
Nippy out
I could so easily give up, right now. I’m unfocussed and feeling in desperate need of a rest. I don’t work well without a schedule, and it’s too early to start my marathon training. My hamstrings are tight, my glutes are tight, my legs are draggy and dull. I’m naturally drawn to firesides with bottles…
All strapped up…
I went for a run!! It was fine, actually. Born of necessity, because I had dinner in town with some friends and got a taxi home, because I’d drunk too much fruit juice. Specifically, grape juice. OK, fermented grape juice – but it’s all carb loading, right? No, I’ve no particular reason to be carb…
Running Between The Water Stations 