Hello lovely runners,
I haven't been on here much lately due to being horribly busy at work, away at weekends and generally feeling a bit peaky meaning I've been sleeping most times in between. While I've been missing all of you I see that my presence hasn't been missed as much as that of a certain yellow-wearing-lorry-driver. This has been duly noted and you've all been removed from my will (no holy socks or dusty books for you) .
Anyway, I have still been running, a little less often than I'd like, and last night I completed week 4 of my made up running plan with a 13 Km long run.
For some reason (!) I'd been feeling a little daunted by the distance. Having previously run 12 Km, I worked out that running 13 km would mean running for around 90 minutes. As soon as this thought I felt a little better. I know 90 minutes is a long time to run for, but in my mind this breaks down into manageable 30 minutes chunks something like this;
1. Run for 30 minutes- Well Done! That's the hardest 30 minutes. If you're feeling tired slow down a little, you shouldn't wear yourself out.
2. Run for 60 minutes- Well Done! You're 2/3rds of the way there and you're not going to waste your hard work by stopping. If you feel good, speed up a little.
3. Run for 90 minutes- Hurrah!
Has anyone else covering long distances reverted to running with time rather than distance in mind like this?
It may just be my love of Laura and Sami which makes me feel comfortable with it. I think it definitely did help me though. Towards the ends of other runs I got worried about slowing down, taking longer to run a Km and came to look at my watch more and more wishing away the distance (despite always keeping fairly even splits) where as in this one I felt more confident to keep running knowing time was passing and that I'd get there eventually.
The run went really well with the new approach and I covered 13 Km in 1 hr 25 minutes with an average pace of 6.33 minute/km which for me is quite speedy. I think I was helped by purposefully controlling my speed over my first 2 Km, which I have a tendency to run too fast and damage my later splits. My spirits were also raised by a lovely Nadal look alike who seemed to be running my route in reverse, passing me three times with a nod as I tried, largely unsuccessfully I'm sure, to control my panting and grimacing.
Although last night I was very unadventurous with my route, and again left my water bottle behind, I am seriously considering taking a sugar boost of some kind out on my next long run. I would have killed for a jelly baby by my final 20 minutes last night. Are these everyone's preferred running snack?
So there, Week 5 will start tomorrow if I can get myself out of bed and ready to tackle a BGH (bloody great hill) once again, we'll see
Hope you're all well and happy running,