I’ve been doing more running over the past fortnight than I managed in my last written account. It’s been feeling good… I’ve been wanting more. I won’t lie, the hot weather we’ve had in London has made things significantly harder, but I seem to have worked my way around this by shortening some runs and doing more of my runs as a sprint session in the beautifully air-conned gym.
I was meant to get in an easy 3 miles today, but after the Bewl 15 yesterday my legs are still shot to pieces! Not used to these distances… eek.
This was a cute little Run Talk Run (which I failed to capture as a photo, so swept away by conversation I was!). It was about 5 of us, faces both old and new, and it was the perrrrfect way to introduce my legs to the running motion again after Sunday.
So today I was meant to get in a “steady pace 10km”… I covered the distance, but in a pretty odd way. This morning I did 3 miles of sprints on the treadmill purely because I just really needed to feel my heartrate increase and you know when you just NEED to run? I didn’t want to wait until the evening. By the time lunch came round I felt that same strong NEED to run again… so I finished off the other 3 miles (on a treadmill!). It felt good to play around with the speeds, since I’m no good at pacing and taking things steady. I mean, what even is “steady”?! Someone please help me before Amsterdam lol.
There was a group of nine gorgeous mental health warriors tonight at Run Talk Run. Huge range of ability, but about half a mile into the run the pace increased quite substantially and we got around the 5km in a very good time indeed.
I was meant to do 10km today, and I only managed to squeeze out 5km. To be perfectly honest though, given the 31 degree temps and the intensely heavy back deadlifts in the gym this morning I was pleased to have got out there and done half. I felt like I sweated half of my water weight out of me, I managed to bump into a colleague on route (not cool), and #completeditmate in 25 mins. Oh and it was hilly, because #Streatham.
I took the 3 “easy” miles I was supposed to do yesterday and replaced them this morning with a 4 mile walk followed by a 5 mile run (very odd combination I know!). I find more and more and more these days that I’m not tracking my runs (I only know distance because I was running with someone else), and I’m actually really enjoying the “not knowing” aspect.
This evening saw me hosting Run Talk Run from The Gym Waterloo. 🙂
Run Talk Run was a delight as always! Our vast range in abilities saw us setting off at a very gentle walk/jog, progressing to a faster run as we covered the distance around our glorious river route. We finished the run with birthday cake for the Run Talk Run loyals, Tom and Bryony!
Earlier in the week I mentioned to mum that I wanted 17 miles today (Saturday) because I KNEW she wouldn’t let me get away with not doing it when today rolled around. The initial plan was to run to meet her at the Eastbourne ParkRun, but we decided against that – for “racing” 3 miles after a 14 mile plod seemed a bit daft.
SO, we set off on our own route!
We set off at 7am both verrrry reluctant and without any breaky (we just wanted it over with). I took a Trek protein flapjack with me though so I knew I’d get by !⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
I was directed on what was promised to be a “mostly” flat route… why oh why do I accept my mother’s words as gospel STILL …About 2 miles into the run we had a 2.5 mile climb (YUP) which knocked me for 6, but we still maintained a sold 9min/mile pace.
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At the end of this hill we came across a nice wooded area which mum wanted to take advantage of (nature was calling) but actually the deeper we went into the wood we discovered it was actually a beaut trail which gave us 3 miles of terrain that was WAY more fun and brought our pace down to 11min/mile as we fought our way through overgrown trees and nettles to stay on track.
Back out in the sun for a solid 6 miles after that and I was reeeeaally beginning to feel it in my legs. Mile 11/12 I started to crumble then remembered I had the nifty bar bouncing around in my now-sweaty back pocket so that lifted me.
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The remaining 5 miles were waaay shadier and due to racing a 10k PB on wed, mum started to tire (thank GOD ), so our pace slowed to 10.5min/miles for the remainder which was ideal really. I really found my stride on that homeward stretch- I think largely because it was a pace that really worked for me and I got into the “flow of it”.
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I didn’t (and still don’t) feel HALF as battered as I did after the Bewl 15-miler which is great news for these leggies cos they’ve still got a long journey to Amsterdam ahead of them.