This just dropped through my letterbox this morning, and it's fair to say my stomach has done a big flip over and it's just hit home what I've signed up for. In a purely figurative sense on this occasion, I took one look at it and shat myself.
So far this week I've managed to run 12 miles as I nurse a still very tight calf and Achilles through as much running as I dare. This is double what I did last week. It was really hard. The tempo run through several inches of bloody flood water was hard, but it was hard anyway if I'm honest with myself, my legs are just tired. The intervals which I did on the treadmill to reduce impact were really hard, I've never struggled so much to maintain 5k pace for a few minutes. Despite not running much the last two weeks I'm still suffering from huge cumulative fatigue because I'm cross training like a nutter to try and keep my cardio fitness up.
Tomorrow's plan is for a 10 miler at 7:30s, followed by 75 minutes on the cross trainer. I was intending to do 7 miles and finish with parkrun which works well for me generally, but the park is flooded and to add the bells and whistles on, snow has been forecast again. It's fucking March for fuck sake, and snow is forecast! I daren't run on snow again so I'm bracing myself for doing it on the treadmill, doing it a little quicker and sticking some inclines in to make myself work as hard, and just sucking up the boredom and hatred.
To add the icing and cherries on the bells and whistles my inner ear headphones have broken.
But I'm doing it anyway, because as previously stated, in an extremely exciting and utterly terrifying way, this shit just got real.
So far this week I've managed to run 12 miles as I nurse a still very tight calf and Achilles through as much running as I dare. This is double what I did last week. It was really hard. The tempo run through several inches of bloody flood water was hard, but it was hard anyway if I'm honest with myself, my legs are just tired. The intervals which I did on the treadmill to reduce impact were really hard, I've never struggled so much to maintain 5k pace for a few minutes. Despite not running much the last two weeks I'm still suffering from huge cumulative fatigue because I'm cross training like a nutter to try and keep my cardio fitness up.
Tomorrow's plan is for a 10 miler at 7:30s, followed by 75 minutes on the cross trainer. I was intending to do 7 miles and finish with parkrun which works well for me generally, but the park is flooded and to add the bells and whistles on, snow has been forecast again. It's fucking March for fuck sake, and snow is forecast! I daren't run on snow again so I'm bracing myself for doing it on the treadmill, doing it a little quicker and sticking some inclines in to make myself work as hard, and just sucking up the boredom and hatred.
To add the icing and cherries on the bells and whistles my inner ear headphones have broken.
But I'm doing it anyway, because as previously stated, in an extremely exciting and utterly terrifying way, this shit just got real.
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