Been a bit lazy filling this in this week. Sometimes I just can't be arsed.
I've been trying to build up to my trial run at the weekend. Trial trail run, I should say. Figuring I need to get out into the country somewhere and get off the road. Otherwise I'm bound to break my ankle in the first 400m of this silly old race. Krzys suggested I think about doing the 5k instead of the 10k if I'm feeling too anxious about it. So I thought about that. For about two gillionths of a second.
I don't want to do a wussy 5k. I want to do the proper run. But I'm not going to be proud and stupid about it. I'm going to get up on to the South Downs at the weekend and see how I get on. If it's abundantly clear that I'm as good at trail-running as I am at say, putting up shelves, then I won't be stubborn and I might reconsider. But I really don't want to.
I don't normally pay much attention to other people in the gym. But tonight there was such a medley of freaks on the treadmills in front of me that I couldn't let it pass without mention. The woman directly in front of me was powerwalking. If there's anything more ridiculous-looking than powerwalking, it's powerwalking on a treadmill. I mean, all credit to her, I'm pretty sure she was going much faster than I was running. But she looked like a chicken. Then to her right was a woman reading Harry Potter. I won't rant about people over the age of 15 reading Harry Potter on here, but honestly. How can you read on a treadmill? And why bother? I don't get it. Maybe I'm missing something. But I can't see how running and reading go together really. Not that there was a lot of running going on in her case. Then to the left, was a woman who had the strangest running style I'd ever seen. She can't have weighed more than about 7 or 8 stone; she was tiny. But with every step, she landed so heavily on the treadmill that it sounded like there was an African tribal drumming troupe in the room. She seemed to be running really slowly, but took enormous strides and rose up really high with each one, crashing down to earth with a bullet every second or so. Most odd. Everyone was looking at her with raised eyebrows. Anyway, then I caught sight of myself in the mirror and I looked, as usual, like a giant puffin, so here's where I stop slating everybody else.
Tuesday:
40 x min run. Wow, only three days ago but I can't remember anything else about it.
Thursday:
25 x min hill training. HR pushing 188 at the end.
15 x mins crosstrainer
40 x mins weights
Friday:
15 x mins crosstrainer
30 x mins run fast.
(Fast means 10:10 min pace rising to 8:46 min pace and variations within. It doesn't mean actually 'fast')
HR between 168 and 180
I've been trying to build up to my trial run at the weekend. Trial trail run, I should say. Figuring I need to get out into the country somewhere and get off the road. Otherwise I'm bound to break my ankle in the first 400m of this silly old race. Krzys suggested I think about doing the 5k instead of the 10k if I'm feeling too anxious about it. So I thought about that. For about two gillionths of a second.
I don't want to do a wussy 5k. I want to do the proper run. But I'm not going to be proud and stupid about it. I'm going to get up on to the South Downs at the weekend and see how I get on. If it's abundantly clear that I'm as good at trail-running as I am at say, putting up shelves, then I won't be stubborn and I might reconsider. But I really don't want to.
I don't normally pay much attention to other people in the gym. But tonight there was such a medley of freaks on the treadmills in front of me that I couldn't let it pass without mention. The woman directly in front of me was powerwalking. If there's anything more ridiculous-looking than powerwalking, it's powerwalking on a treadmill. I mean, all credit to her, I'm pretty sure she was going much faster than I was running. But she looked like a chicken. Then to her right was a woman reading Harry Potter. I won't rant about people over the age of 15 reading Harry Potter on here, but honestly. How can you read on a treadmill? And why bother? I don't get it. Maybe I'm missing something. But I can't see how running and reading go together really. Not that there was a lot of running going on in her case. Then to the left, was a woman who had the strangest running style I'd ever seen. She can't have weighed more than about 7 or 8 stone; she was tiny. But with every step, she landed so heavily on the treadmill that it sounded like there was an African tribal drumming troupe in the room. She seemed to be running really slowly, but took enormous strides and rose up really high with each one, crashing down to earth with a bullet every second or so. Most odd. Everyone was looking at her with raised eyebrows. Anyway, then I caught sight of myself in the mirror and I looked, as usual, like a giant puffin, so here's where I stop slating everybody else.
Tuesday:
40 x min run. Wow, only three days ago but I can't remember anything else about it.
Thursday:
25 x min hill training. HR pushing 188 at the end.
15 x mins crosstrainer
40 x mins weights
Friday:
15 x mins crosstrainer
30 x mins run fast.
(Fast means 10:10 min pace rising to 8:46 min pace and variations within. It doesn't mean actually 'fast')
HR between 168 and 180
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