Good morning, my dearest fellow C25Kers.
Goodness, I have some catching up to do from yesterday; seems everyone had a Productive Running Weekend. (PRW) Bear with me, I'll get caught up, eventually.....!
Today was an odd run, because even when I embarked on it, I hadn't a single clue where I was going or how long the run was going to be. Even on the warm-up walk I didn't know. Which is troubling. Could be because I was tired; didn't sleep great last night. Yes, I could blame that, but that'd be easy and I know deep down that lack of sleep isn't the issue. You see, my dear reader, I had a bit of a Running Plan Crisis (RPC) yesterday. Okay, it was more than a bit of one; more akin to a full-scale meltdown.
I decided to abandon B210K as it does seem somewhat aggressive in its progression, although any alternative I came up with was equally aggressive. I was going to go on a thirty-minuter this morning but it turned out being the 41 minute 8K spectacular which I got to on B210K. Without a set plan to follow it's easy to just plod on, but the good news is I did the same most of last week and haven't increased it this week, which is good, but I might add a few minutes onto the run on Long Run Friday. (LRF)
And the problem I have with plans is that I can't find one to properly suit. I had a good, long hard think about this yesterday. All yesterday. And got nowhere. Here's my dilemma: though I do have a 10K race in September, (the end of September) it seems logical that a 10K plan would suit and be the most obvious choice. But is it? Looking beyond that (a 10K at the end of October and November too) I have the Brighton HM in February. Now, in my mind, I don't see the logic in focusing on a 10K plan up to September and then spending the next few months increasing the distance to HM length, so while not immediately jumping to thirteen-mile runs (!) I think it an idea to look beyond the 10K and gradually, slowly work up to the HM, so that when that gets here, there's no big shock to the system as all this time I've been working towards it anyway, as opposed to 10K 10K 10K 10K September HM HM HM panic panic panic.
I'm not suggesting immediately heading towards it as there's months away, but merely slowly working towards it and using 10K races (and 5Ks too) to help with that. But how to go about it? That's the baffling question. Here are some options so far:
A: The BUPA 10K plan. Do this until September, then look ahead to the HM. bupa.co.uk/running/training...
B: The BUPA HM programme bupa.co.uk/running/training... sort of combine the two, perhaps, to last over a much longer time.
I'm actually happy to undergo a 20 week or even more plan, as there's plenty of time yet for a gradual build-up. Maybe in winter to do training runs of longer than 13 miles to fully prepare me for it. Gah, choices, choices. I've found one 20 weeker...
So what do you all think? Because I genuinely have no bloody idea at all what I'm doing. Which isn't good. :-|
Anyway: this morning:
I got up at the usual time of 0331, my normal RDT (Running Day Time) but was quite tired. I ponder what I'm going to do for today's run: I really haven't a clue. I'll have a think over the usual PBRC and three-fig breakfast. That done, I still haven't the slightest clue.
Running gear on. Still in running meltdown mode; this isn't good at all; I've not had this before. Me no like. Anyway, no time to worry about that, just concentrate on the running now. Well, the warm-up walk. I decide on a seven-minute walk today, see how that goes and do the same run as last week as I know, roughly, the distance I should cover and in what time. Off we go, a-walking.
It's a nice morning. A bit warm, but quiet and quite damp from the rainfall last night. Lots of very deep breaths to prepare. More deep breaths. Seven minutes up, Miss Garmin ready, throttles forward for take-off and we're up, gear up and settling nicely into it. I'm running to my own music. Fighting Trousers by Professor Elemental comes on. I grin; it's going to be a good run! I sing along. (!) On a hill. (!!) Getting quite emphatic as I sing "PUT ON MY FIGHTING TROUSERS!" pedestrian. Odd look. Meh, it's early. Onward.
Up the hill now, feeling okay. I plod along for a bit, trying to watch my pace, listening happily to the music. Eminem's on with The Real Slim Shady, which somehow ends abruptly and goes into Choices by The Hoosiers. "Stop giving me choiceeeeeessssss....." oh how very apt that really is; to admit it, I was getting quite frustrated and fed up by yesterday's plan meltdown. Anyway, on I go. 13 minutes in. For some reason, completely spur of the moment, I decide this is a good time to introduce a bit of speedwork and decide on a minute at almost full throttle; arms pumping away, throttles forward and we're well and truly off. A huge amount of effort required but on 14 minutes I slow back to my normal pace. I enjoyed that but slow down further to recover. I plod on.
There's a squirrel friend. A small part of me wants to pick him up and cradle him in my arms for the rest of the run, tickling his little squirrel chin, but I decide against it. I didn't fancy having to tell people that my week off running was caused by being injured by a squirrel bite after taking one running with me. People think I'm strange enough as it is.
OH BLOODY HELL! What absolute idiot didn't remove the C25K W9 podcast from the MP3 player? Me! It starts playing. As much as I like Laura, I can't be having this. Warning lights come on and buzzers sound; for some reason, emergency is declared. Well, it is, isn't it? After some faffing, I get the track skipped and normality ensues.
There is a rule on today's run: it's perfectly acceptable to stop after 33 minutes. It is Monday after all; longer runs are on Fridays. I feel okay; a little tired but I would be after a restless night. Onward. Around the corner, to my right, emerges a running friend! Hello, dear running friend! We greet one another with a cheery good morning; that made me smile and made the whole run worthwhile. I ponder why he's wearing a jumper: does he know how warm it is? It's not for me to judge. If he wants to run in a jumper, I'm down with that.
8K is my limit for today; I reach that at 41.30; I slow down to a brisk warm-down walk, which I make seven minutes long. Probably overdid it a bit today but 8K, for some reason, has become my 'normal' run, but I might do only a thirty-minuter on Wednesday.
God that Chocolate Recovery Milk tasted gooooood.
Any tips and advice on running plans will be very gratefully received. Thanks for reading my Tired Morning Ramble. (TMR) Happy running, everyone, always. Happy resting too.