Had a moderate pain in my left calf today; ignored it and it went away, especially after speeding up a bit.

25 x mins crosstrainer
6k x run
10 x mins powerplate
15 x mins weights

Woke up to a beautiful blanket of snow this morning - lovely. All the trains were cancelled and I had to work from home, what a shame, haha. I was back home by 7.15am and it was very strange to be up, dressed, wide awake and at home at that time of day. I considered going for a run; I thought the promenade might be free of snow but it was covered in it - even up to the water's edge. There was a story on the news about this couple of Brighton nutters, who never go without their daily swim, come rain or shine. That's dedication for you. Puts me to shame.



Had a good run tonight, 5k. Got a bit of speed up at the end, running on an incline too. I'm sure I worked pretty hard as my HR was over 190 for the last ten minutes and I was drenched afterwards.

Last night:

15 x mins crosstrainer
4 x mile run
10 x mins powerplate
20 x mins weights

Tonight

20 x mins crosstrainer
15 x mins step machine
5k x run
10 x mins powerplate
20 x mins weights

Saturday is the day I have to go and pick up my race number. I'm going to go and pick it up, I might as well. Just so I've got it. Just in case.

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?