This was a good week for training, folks. Despite the godawful conditions (snow, ice, rain, unbelievable wind and broken drains) I managed to complete my four runs. It’s been slightly harder than usual as I’ve moved my training plan from beginner to intermediate. The training plans in the London Marathon Magazine prescribed this plan for people who could run continually for an hour and who could run four times a week. Well, that’s me, so I’ve gone for it.
I have to say I am really proud of myself for still training in these conditions. More pride came on Thursday, when I ran the six miles to work, 75% of that on the road as the pavements were impossible to run on. The ice made the going really treacherous. And I fell over too, right onto my iPhone strapped to my arm (I’m now using iSmoothRun to log my runs and export them to Nike+) but any pain soon went as I got running again. And all of this with a heavy rucksack containing my work clothes and shoes. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s me!
My euphoric glow from this run soon disappeared on the weekend, however. I ran a slow(ish) five miles on Saturday ready for my big run on Sunday. This was supposed to be the Freethorpe Ten, but it was cancelled due to the icy conditions. While my family went to walk the dog around the University of East Anglia (after having a full English in the Earlham Park café) I was battling away in the elements enduring my least enjoyable run so far. The heavy rain the night before had cleared away the snow, but it had also created a small river of flood water about four inches deep on part of my route. The result was wet feet at mile one and at mile nine on the return leg. And I got wetter at the midway point as the sky turned black and the heavens opened, right at the point where the wind was able to whip across the fields hampering my progress further. I half expected to see a sign saying ‘Welcome to Modor’. As this was the first time I’d made a big run after running the day before, I found it really hard going, despite carbing up like a loony. I have never felt as shattered as I did on my return and it did ratttle my confidence, I must admit.
However, onward and upward – I will tackle next week’s training and hope for a more successful ten miler next weekend.
I’ve just completed my last run of the week, a freezing, windy nine mile run in the snow. And I did it with no injury and the first part of it was, unbelievably, my fastest ever 10k. All in all, it’s been a good week. By that, I mean that I completed three of my four scheduled runs – heavy snow and heavier work load killed my scheduled second run on Thursday so I ran on Friday and added an extra mile. I could have run again on Saturday, but it was Mrs K’s birthday and I spent all day pampering her and trying to make her forget about her snow-cancelled shopping trip to Cambridge. Hopefully, even with the next wave of snow about to hit us any moment now, I’ll be able to keep to four runs next week, the fourth being the Freethorpe Ten on Sunday. I’m hoping for a decent time and no injuries. As ever, I’ll keep you posted.
Week two of my London Marathon training started well with a hilly four miler on the ring road which I ran in a respectable time (that’s only for my pride – it’s endurance I really need to build up at this stage). The following day saw me at my first of six London Marathon training meetings at Virgin Money, where advice and morale enhancing chat was given by Virgin Money’s very own marathon star, Kevin Revell. Pumped up by this session I was ready to fly like Mercury the next day for my second training run. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’d warmed up the wings on my feet properly as after five minutes my right hamstring decided to have a system error. I hobbled on as best I could, but I had to cut the run short by half a mile. This meant that I didn’t run my weekend runs, which included the long run of the week. I did, however, run a really gentle two-miler on Sunday with my daughter who’s training for the Race For Life 10k on May 18th here in Norwich – my right leg didn’t feel so bad, which made me feel a bit more positive for next week.
So, now I’m doing plenty of stretching and keeping my legs as warm and supple as I can so I don’t miss any more runs. Especially as I’ve decided to enter the Freethorpe Ten in eleven days time. Gulp!
I was never good at maths.
Which is why, when counting backwards from the date of the Virgin London Marathon 2013, I got a nasty shock as I realised that week one of my 16 week marathon training plan was LAST WEEK!
Luckily for me, (he said smugly) I’d completed a six mile run on new year’s eve which more than counted for missing my very first marathon training run (a measly three miles – I’m on a beginners schedule) and that quashed any panic/guilt I might have felt. Since then, I’ve completed the three other runs necessary for week one, including a foggy five miler yesterday.
This is week two – I’ll keep you posted of my progress.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Here at Team K, we’re hoping for a better year than last – 2012 began, sadly, with my Grandmother-in-law’s funeral and was capped by the sudden loss of my lovely Mother-in-law, Pat, six months later. I made no mention of these events at the time, either here or on Facebook/Twitter/Path etc, as posting about it seemed to trivialise them and I wanted to keep the details private. A combination of taking more analogue time and being supportive to my family during our rubbish 2012 meant no blogging either.
As you also know, I’m running the Virgin London Marathon this year and my fundraising page over at Virgin Money Giving links to this blog. And frankly, I’m embarrassed by it. It needs an update, both technically, in terms of code and how it works with the plethora of new devices popping up every day and aesthetically, as the design and typography needs a good clip round the ear and two years in the Army.
So, my apology starts here. The planned grooviness for this site begins this month. However, it will be organic, not fully formed in my laboratory before being unleashed onto an unsuspecting world. It will resemble, at times, someone caught in a department store dressing room, in various states of undress. And before I can stroke it into typographic nirvana, your visits here may leave you unsettled and possibly close to tears. But fear not, gentle reader, for I will be working as fast as my middle-aged, time-poor existence allows to bring you the blog of my dreams.
Nurse, the screens!