I have fallen into a pattern of running twice a week for the past three weeks. It’s better than not running at all... but it doesn’t feel quite enough to make improvements.
There is a pattern developing over time - in February and March I ran about 50km each month, then in April, 10km. May, June and July I did about 30km per month, then in August, 8km 😬. September looked healthier, back up to 40km. I might just get away with saying I am taking a planned rest break every three months... but we all know it isn’t that!
I was very pleased to run a nonstop 5k again. I can’t remember which Nike Run Club run I listened to, but it was good. There was something in there about trying to be in the moment. If you are thinking about the best time you ever ran, or how you felt running last week; if you are thinking about the end of your run, or the time you are going to do it in, then your head is occupied with the past or the future, not the now. I was giving it a good go, but was finding ‘the now’ quite uncomfortable and so found myself counting down the metres to the 5k finish line...
I tried to go a bit quicker on the next run and did manage to speed up, but suffered for it. I had to pause several times and felt pretty awful. It wasn’t helped by the fact there was a cross country race for local schools going on with queues of parents having to get their cars round this sweaty, red-faced woman plodding along. I think some weird warped sense of pride interfered with common sense and I found myself striding along, trying to maintain a pleasant poker face, then ducking behind a tree to gulp air, bent double. Ridiculous.
Tonight I went swimming and was very pleased to do 40 lengths of alternating crawl and breaststroke. I can’t quite decide which is harder; swimming or running! But my VO2 max has at last returned to ‘excellent’, which makes it all worth while.
Even more pleasing is that the boyfriend called me to tell me he ran the Ashton Court Parkrun route all by himself today. And get this - he said he ran all the way up the hill (2.5km of uphill!). He said he ran it a bit like the Japanese slow jogging man on YouTube but even so. I am dead impressed. And a bit worried - when we did the Parkrun together I pretended I was walking up the hill to keep him company, rather than walking because I had to! Thankfully he has a slightly dodgy hip so I should be able to take him on the downhill stretch.
😂