Monday brought with it the revelation that along with wheat I may have to ditch oranges. Yes, fekking oranges. More specifically satsumas. More loops of the flat with a dash inside at 1 mile. Don’t ask how I know it’s the oranges. 5 miles total with an average pace of 9:56, which I’ll take. As silly as it may sound it gives me hope that once I’ve sorted the issue I may actually have a decent little runner in me. I’ve no plan or desire to go for podium dreams I’m just looking forward to finishing marathons and having enjoyed it rather than feeling it was a painful slog every time.
Tuesday was a rest day but I feel like I had a workout trying to pack my case for my wee holibobs. Picture if you will the days of old where you would sit on the case and get into the shape of a pretzel to get the zipper round. I huffed, and I puffed and I got that zipper round. To then have to open it two more times to get stuff out. I now see why hobos just had a handkerchief on the end of a stick. Simplicity.
Wednesday was a nice simple interval session of 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 at 9mm. Wind and hail made for fun and closed public toilets made for even more fun. Let’s just leave it that 2 & 1 didn’t happen. 2.6 miles and be done with it yes.
Christmas Day was a rest day (see, Eddie DOES have a heart) and what a lovely day it was. I know this is my training blog and I keep personal stuff quite limited but I just want to quickly say that I am a very lucky girl and am quite bloody loved up. Scotland and her people are amazing. I’m in awe every time I come up here. I’ve never been so welcomed before.
Best of all was Skyping with my beautiful little family and hearing my grandson saying “I love you Nana” loud and clear.
Friday had a nice 45 minutes on the plan but it ended up being 42 minutes with hills. 4 miles at 10:30 pace with no accidents. A good jog I’d say.
Saturday is long run day this week. It’s quite difficult planning a long run when you’re unfamiliar with the area. Plan said 9 miles at 11 minute pace. I ended up with 10 miles at 10:30 minute pace. I was meant to do 2 hours but poor planning and lack of area knowledge put me at 1:45 due to no headtorch. Still I went further and faster than anticipated. Much like my teenage sex life.
Tomorrow is a rest day so I’m off out for some walking in these amazing hills.
See you all next week where hopefully I’ll be bouncing with joy at hitting 5:15 at Milton Keynes. Fingers crossed, talisman kissed, rabbits foot rubbed and lucky clover sourced.
First I need to survive my first ever Hogmanay.