I was wittering about race prep this morning, as you do. What…? No, really. You do. Anyway. This year, I am mostly running with my very excellent friend Rebecca. She’s very lovely and very zen and we always have the most excellent, giggling time. We did Manchester marathon together in the spring (I know; I’m…
Tag: Training
Commitment
This has been an interesting year. You may remember that last year I promised Mr P that I wouldn’t train for a marathon this year. Then Mr P left me, and that was difficult. And I’ll be honest, I did consider registering for a marathon to console myself, but then I thought perhaps the rest…
Nearly there…
Two sleeps. Or two not-a-lot-of-sleeps. We’re heading down to Greenwich tomorrow to pick up my race number and spend the night pretty much as close as we can to the start line. I am nervous. Actually, probably more nervous than I was before Brighton. I know I’m hurt, and I don’t know how it’s going…
The one where I ran 15 miles in London with a giraffe. But I can’t show you. Because spy.
So after last week’s cold, wet, hilly Half, this week’s long run schedule was a 15 miler. I’ve never run to distance in training. Right at the beginning of this adventure, my friend Matt said he’d love to come with me for a long run. He’s a proper runner. Like, his standard Sunday run is…
Nose dive…
Having forgotten that I’d entered the ballot for the Great North Run, I was really happy to learn I’d got a place. This weekend, we happened to be in Newcastle, so it seemed an ideal opportunity to recce the route and even have a little practice. I had a 50 minute long slow run in…
Long time coming…
On Sunday, it’ll be 8 weeks till the marathon and one week until Warwick Half. This is my ‘de-load’ week. I’m scaling back the amount of running this week, to allow my legs to rest and consolidate all they’ve learnt over the past few weeks. Last week, I was mostly in Lincoln. Which meant I…
Fundraiser – want to come?
I’m writing a blog today because my muscles – specifically my gluteus maximus muscles – are super DOMS-y from Becky’s new weights routine, and consequently I’m no good for much else but sitting down. Tuesdays are now more varieties of squat than I even knew existed – including some olympic lifting that involves me *stamping*…
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…
New Year’s Difficulty
New Year’s Eve is a difficult time for me. I have PTSD, which is related to an old relationship and NYE. Each passing year, I think it will be easier. But each year it serves simply as a trapdoor through time and the evening passes in a haze of flashbacks, panic attacks, breathing exercises and…
Frosty. Sparkling.
I’ve been mixing it up a little, the last few days. I was supposed to run intervals on boxing day, and do a long walk on my birthday. But rich food, good company and late nights conspired to make me good for not much on boxing day, so I ran birthday intervals, instead. Today was…
Running Between The Water Stations 