It's f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g. I can't believe that this time last year I was going out running in this weather every night.
Well, I'm back from the misery of bad leg, and it's a good feeling. That was the longest lay-off I've had thus far and it was no fun at all. But hopefully, I'm now well on the way to being mended and I can get back into things again. The past few weeks were spent frantically cross-training (strangely, my leg didn't hurt at all except for when I tried to run, when it was excruciatingly painful) in an attempt to make sure I stayed fit, and I think it paid off because when whatever it was eventually healed, I was able to go straight back into running with no ill effects.
Right up until last Thursday it was still really painful, then on Friday I had to run for the bus to go to a meeting, and I when I sat down I thought hang on a minute, that didn't hurt at all and started to get really, disproportionately excited. The next morning I got straight on the treadmill and tentatively turned the speed up and ran for about twenty minutes, really slow. Only just under two miles, but I didn't want to risk doing too much more at that stage. The next day I did risk it though and ran five miles, again really slowly; around an 11 minute pace, but I gradually sped up to about a 9 minute pace at the end. Which is quite fast for me anyway. But it felt absolutely fine, I was on such a high that I felt like I could have carried on forever. In fact, it felt so easy that I started to convince myself, that, yes, I probably could cobble together a plan to get fit for the half-marathon in three and a half weeks. I'm still kind of thinking that now, but, realistically I know that's a bit silly. Oh, I'm so gutted about it. I got the email a couple of days ago telling me where to go and pick up my race number and stuff. I really want to do it. But I really don't want to get injured again. I need a race though. I need something to aim for; I'm worried I might slack off otherwise.
Someone needs to punch me in the nose and tell me to stop being ridiculous, because I am still telling myself that while it probably wouldn't be wise to try and run this race, it's not totally unfeasible. Is it?
Well, I'm back from the misery of bad leg, and it's a good feeling. That was the longest lay-off I've had thus far and it was no fun at all. But hopefully, I'm now well on the way to being mended and I can get back into things again. The past few weeks were spent frantically cross-training (strangely, my leg didn't hurt at all except for when I tried to run, when it was excruciatingly painful) in an attempt to make sure I stayed fit, and I think it paid off because when whatever it was eventually healed, I was able to go straight back into running with no ill effects.
Right up until last Thursday it was still really painful, then on Friday I had to run for the bus to go to a meeting, and I when I sat down I thought hang on a minute, that didn't hurt at all and started to get really, disproportionately excited. The next morning I got straight on the treadmill and tentatively turned the speed up and ran for about twenty minutes, really slow. Only just under two miles, but I didn't want to risk doing too much more at that stage. The next day I did risk it though and ran five miles, again really slowly; around an 11 minute pace, but I gradually sped up to about a 9 minute pace at the end. Which is quite fast for me anyway. But it felt absolutely fine, I was on such a high that I felt like I could have carried on forever. In fact, it felt so easy that I started to convince myself, that, yes, I probably could cobble together a plan to get fit for the half-marathon in three and a half weeks. I'm still kind of thinking that now, but, realistically I know that's a bit silly. Oh, I'm so gutted about it. I got the email a couple of days ago telling me where to go and pick up my race number and stuff. I really want to do it. But I really don't want to get injured again. I need a race though. I need something to aim for; I'm worried I might slack off otherwise.
Someone needs to punch me in the nose and tell me to stop being ridiculous, because I am still telling myself that while it probably wouldn't be wise to try and run this race, it's not totally unfeasible. Is it?
posted by Rab at 6:30 AM
1 Comments:
Arrrrghghgh. I'm seriously thinking about it. What's three and half weeks of pain and effort, after all?
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