After a mildly stressful Saturday organising London Summer of Sport with my Martial Arts Club I was left feeling 100% rotten. I'd started the day off with a headache and not feeling particularly bright. I got through the open day with Red Bull and Baklava and somehow managed to get home without falling off the bike. I spent the rest of Saturday in bed, and decided that I didn't have to force myself out for a long run on Sunday if I didn't want to.
Needless to say, in the end I slept until 3.30pm! I love Sundays!
We took a very short walk up to Hampstead High Street and I bought cake and pizza, the most healing of foods. We got back and had dinner, then dozed again and watched DVDs.
So now my training plan has a "Get out of jail free" sticker over Sunday's 18 miler.
Monday, 10 September 2007
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
16 miles of agony!
My long run started off nicely. Then around mile 4 my running (walking) partner decided he was hungry and wanted pizza! So we stopped for lunch and quickly got going again. We ran west along the Regent's Canal and I managed to keep up a fairly constant running pace. Around Alperton we were looking for the Brent river crossing the canal but we must've missed it and we ended up at Alperton Sainsbury's! Looking at the map it was clear we'd missed the Brent by about a mile! So we decided to get off the canal and run back home along the north circular road!
I managed to run/walk until just after the bridge after Ikea at Neasden. Then my ITBS started howling and I limped the last 4 miles home. Strangely enough it was my left knee that started hurting, rather than my right. My right was injured before and I always wear a knee support on that knee when I'm out running but I thought my left knee was cool with all the running. Seemingly not. So I have been icing, compressing, elevating and popping ibuprofen like a good 'un in the hopes that it might actually be sorted for the next long slog on Sunday.
I missed the gym yesterday - partially because I was in a meeting over lunchtime and was too faint with hunger to even contemplate walking there, and partially because I thought it would be an ample chance to rest my knee. I'm off to the gym today though and will catch up with what I missed yesterday. I'm scrapping the idea of a tempo run tonight and will probably just stay in and rest it.
I managed to run/walk until just after the bridge after Ikea at Neasden. Then my ITBS started howling and I limped the last 4 miles home. Strangely enough it was my left knee that started hurting, rather than my right. My right was injured before and I always wear a knee support on that knee when I'm out running but I thought my left knee was cool with all the running. Seemingly not. So I have been icing, compressing, elevating and popping ibuprofen like a good 'un in the hopes that it might actually be sorted for the next long slog on Sunday.
I missed the gym yesterday - partially because I was in a meeting over lunchtime and was too faint with hunger to even contemplate walking there, and partially because I thought it would be an ample chance to rest my knee. I'm off to the gym today though and will catch up with what I missed yesterday. I'm scrapping the idea of a tempo run tonight and will probably just stay in and rest it.
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Tempo Fuggit
Woooo! A tempo run last night. I really really enjoyed it! I can actually run faster than marathon plodding pace. Hooray!
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
Horrid horrid nasty icky sicky run
I was aiming for 14 miles. Down to Hyde Park, round Green Park, round St James's Park and back home again. I got to the middle of Green Park and flopped under a nice shady tree with a Calippo and couldn't get going again!
First of all my brain wasn't really in it, I wanted to stay at home in bed and doze the day away. Then I started off feeling a bit sicky, but I had my sports drink and I stopped in at Tesco on Baker Street for a bottle of water. I was sweating profusely at the checkout! It was running down my cheeks like tears! My sports drink wasn't really quenching my thirst, so I had some water and was alternating water and SIS drink. Then SIS drink made me want to hurl. I tried to get over it, and reasoned that I needed the electrolytes and shiz that they put in those drinks. I tried diluting it at a water fountain in Hyde Park. I tried rinsing out the bottle and just drinking water, but the taste was still there and making me gag.
Then I stopped for some ice lolly goodness in the hot hot heat and watched the tourists take pictures of themselves in front of Buck house. I tried to make myself run again but my stomach was rebelling. I power walked to the top of Hyde Park and walked home from there. In the end I ran 8 miles and walked 4. A total of 12, but aiming for 14 and just getting a bit dehydrated and sun-strokey really bummed me out.
Next weekend I am away and I am planning to run the 16 miles into work. I am taking the morning off to do it! Unlike Helen who sneaks in 14 milers before work. There is so much wrong with that sentence!
Tonight I'm planning a tempo session. I hope I feel up to it because I had a disturbed night last night. I am disturbed. I was dreaming I had to flee the country and ended up living in France, but the ended up getting shot in the back! And then I met some strange guy who I lived next to in halls for a year... Oh the insanity! The reason I had to flee the country? My GCSE Biology teacher told me to... Oh and I had a hospital appointment and was meeting my Dad and was late and then ended up sobbing so hard it hurt. This was before escaping the country to be shot in a Parisian alleyway.
First of all my brain wasn't really in it, I wanted to stay at home in bed and doze the day away. Then I started off feeling a bit sicky, but I had my sports drink and I stopped in at Tesco on Baker Street for a bottle of water. I was sweating profusely at the checkout! It was running down my cheeks like tears! My sports drink wasn't really quenching my thirst, so I had some water and was alternating water and SIS drink. Then SIS drink made me want to hurl. I tried to get over it, and reasoned that I needed the electrolytes and shiz that they put in those drinks. I tried diluting it at a water fountain in Hyde Park. I tried rinsing out the bottle and just drinking water, but the taste was still there and making me gag.
Then I stopped for some ice lolly goodness in the hot hot heat and watched the tourists take pictures of themselves in front of Buck house. I tried to make myself run again but my stomach was rebelling. I power walked to the top of Hyde Park and walked home from there. In the end I ran 8 miles and walked 4. A total of 12, but aiming for 14 and just getting a bit dehydrated and sun-strokey really bummed me out.
Next weekend I am away and I am planning to run the 16 miles into work. I am taking the morning off to do it! Unlike Helen who sneaks in 14 milers before work. There is so much wrong with that sentence!
Tonight I'm planning a tempo session. I hope I feel up to it because I had a disturbed night last night. I am disturbed. I was dreaming I had to flee the country and ended up living in France, but the ended up getting shot in the back! And then I met some strange guy who I lived next to in halls for a year... Oh the insanity! The reason I had to flee the country? My GCSE Biology teacher told me to... Oh and I had a hospital appointment and was meeting my Dad and was late and then ended up sobbing so hard it hurt. This was before escaping the country to be shot in a Parisian alleyway.
Monday, 20 August 2007
Ooooh ooooh ooooooooooooooooooh!
I did my first long run since I've been back to it!
I was aiming for 12 miles, but it ended up being about 10 or perhaps 11. DH came out to keep me company which is amusing because I jog at a pace that is only slightly faster than his walking pace, so he ends up walking, then running about 10 meters to catch up!
We started at home, then went down Finchley Road to the Regent's Canal and all along the canal to Limehouse Basin. It was a really lovely run and I felt fairly confident. It took us ages but we did have to stop to buy water at Camden, and then we got mildly lost in Islington where the canal goes under a really long tunnel and there are no signposts about how to get to the other side! Surprisingly it goes directly under the shopping centre on Upper Street!
My wierd knee/ITBS pain stuff is mildy playing up. I think it happened at about mile 7 or 8. I walked the last mile because I was tired and we ran out of cookies and water! I now have a lovely ice pack strapped to my knee with a bandana! LOL Fortunately I'm wearing pretty baggy jeans today.
Next week I just have to think of somewhere to go for 14 miles!
I was aiming for 12 miles, but it ended up being about 10 or perhaps 11. DH came out to keep me company which is amusing because I jog at a pace that is only slightly faster than his walking pace, so he ends up walking, then running about 10 meters to catch up!
We started at home, then went down Finchley Road to the Regent's Canal and all along the canal to Limehouse Basin. It was a really lovely run and I felt fairly confident. It took us ages but we did have to stop to buy water at Camden, and then we got mildly lost in Islington where the canal goes under a really long tunnel and there are no signposts about how to get to the other side! Surprisingly it goes directly under the shopping centre on Upper Street!
My wierd knee/ITBS pain stuff is mildy playing up. I think it happened at about mile 7 or 8. I walked the last mile because I was tired and we ran out of cookies and water! I now have a lovely ice pack strapped to my knee with a bandana! LOL Fortunately I'm wearing pretty baggy jeans today.
Next week I just have to think of somewhere to go for 14 miles!
Thursday, 16 August 2007
Marathon training has resumed!
Last night I did 3 miles. In the MIDDLE OF THE WEEK PEOPLE!!!! I am aiming for a middle-week short run, a Friday morning Hill Sprint session and a Sunday long run.
Last night was fun because I was running to meet DH walking home from work, which he was lazy about because it was raining! As soon as I stepped out of the door the heavens opened! I'm glad it poured down while I was running rather than while I was biking. Bald tyres do not a good grip make!
Tonight I'm teaching the ladies class at MMA and part of me really doesn't want to, but I will go because there is no-one else and I don't have to participate, just shout!
Tomorrow is my first hill sprints since the broken ribness and then Sunday is a 12 miler. I'm marginally concerned that I might find 12 miles a bit long, but I will just do the distance whether I have to walk a bit or not. I hope to put myself in a more positive frame of mind by then and I shall try and run all the way.
Last night was fun because I was running to meet DH walking home from work, which he was lazy about because it was raining! As soon as I stepped out of the door the heavens opened! I'm glad it poured down while I was running rather than while I was biking. Bald tyres do not a good grip make!
Tonight I'm teaching the ladies class at MMA and part of me really doesn't want to, but I will go because there is no-one else and I don't have to participate, just shout!
Tomorrow is my first hill sprints since the broken ribness and then Sunday is a 12 miler. I'm marginally concerned that I might find 12 miles a bit long, but I will just do the distance whether I have to walk a bit or not. I hope to put myself in a more positive frame of mind by then and I shall try and run all the way.
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