What. A. Week! All I can say about this week of training is that it sucked. So bad.
My week looked like this:
Monday: Cycling intervals
Tuesday: 5 mile run
Friday: Rest day
Saturday: Parkrun (3.1 miles)
Sunday: 10 mile run
Monday should have told me how the rest of the week was going to go. I missed my session because I too tired to go out on the bike and I didn’t make it to my swimming lesson either. Doh! I don’t know about other runners but missing a workout makes me feel incredibly guilty especially when I pay a coach to programme these sessions for me! I did however, feel a little bit more rested for my 5 mile run on Tuesday so looking back on the week, I think taking Monday off was a good decision.
Tuesday’s run was the usual 5 miles and it was like the world was ending that day! The rain was bad enough but I also spent the whole of the run worrying that I was going to be blown out to sea! I mean, I like running in cooler, rainy weather but this session took the biscuit. I enjoyed it though! As my favourite saying goes, ‘it could be like this on race day’!
After another rest day on Wednesday it was up and out at 6am on Thursday for painfully early intervals. My motivation for getting up this early? Meeting this lot ….
I was lucky enough to be invited to a New Balance event in London on Thursday evening so the only time I could do my intervals was before work. They’ve recently bought out the FuelCell Propel so they invited people to the launch and I got to meet up with so many Team Project Run members. I had met some before but many were new faces so it was absolutely brilliant to meet them all. There were drinks, free food and a mannequin with missing shorts but that’s a story for another time …
I stayed in London overnight with a couple of TPR members and then headed home on the Friday. Of course I picked up some Doughnut Time doughnuts on the way back through to Waterloo. Can’t leave London without one!
As always, Saturday was parkrun day. Back to Southsea again and I really wasn’t feeling it. I wanted to stay in bed so badly that morning. I think I was tired from my adventures in London and, you know, I’m getting old so I need my rest! But, I made it down to the seafront on my bike (which kind of made up for missing my session on Monday) and it went OK. I even got an unexpected cheer from my CEO!
Now, we get onto Sunday…
Sunday was …. pretty horrendous actually. I didn’t want to do this run. It scared me quite frankly. After months of not running long distance due to physio this would be my first double digit run and I think that just got in my head a little bit. I felt heavy and lethargic anyway and half a mile in I was already walking. That’s when I started to question myself. Can I do this? Do I WANT to do this? Have I forgotten how to run long distance? I ran/walked for another half a mile and, just as my watch clicked over to my first mile, I started to get upset. Right there, in the middle of the street. I tried to give myself a talking to and get on with it but my body just wouldn’t agree to carry on and I started to panic. I did the only thing I could think of which was to call Dan.
So, there I was, crying down the phone in the middle of the street looking like an idiot. Even in that moment where I knew I shouldn’t be attempting to run 10 miles, I still needed someone else’s reassurance that I should just come home and start fresh next week. Even when I was crying and struggling to breathe I needed someone else to tell me that it was OK to stop for today. And when I got home? I felt guilty!
Ultimately, I’m glad I did go home. Sunday was just not the right day for me (in mind or body) to do a long run and sometimes you have to accept that. I run for my own mental health but sometimes a rest is just as good. Running is a funny thing. It’s great most of the time but it can also suck. I don’t think people should be afraid to share that side of training as it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Not every day is a good day but the bad days make you stronger. Getting back out there after a session like that can take real strength. And I’m proud of that.
So, there we have it. Another week gone. 13 weeks to go …