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.