Yesterday I did my belated 12k, carried over from last weekend’s forecast of freezing rain. As noted on Strava I did a rather good impression of a pirate with one leg cramping up after 3k and the other joining in after 6k. I kept going through it, determined to finish, and it passed enough by the final k for me to do a mini sprint finish. I enjoyed the sense of achievement but I didn’t enjoy most of the run.
Hot soak in an Epsom Salt bath made me reflect on things. Getting up this morning and struggling on my stairs made me reflect some more.
I’ve only been running for nearly 9 months. It was late June before I made 5k. It was late August when I struggled to 10k once and it was mid-November before I managed it again. I’ve managed 5 runs of 10k or more. I was exercise free for over 20 years before Couch started in late March. And here I am trying to do a half marathon programme over winter!
You can see where this is headed.
I’m going to step back from the HM programme for now and concentrate on runs up to 10k. I may do the odd 11k or 12k, but they’ll be rare. I managed so far to avoid any injuries and yesterday was clearly too far for me at this stage.
It was the same in August with the 10k but I’m now much more comfortable doing that distance, so I know over time I will improve.
For the rest of the winter I’m going to focus on “just running” - a couple of shorter runs and a longer one each week. Probably increasing 7, 8, 9, 10k at weekends each month with the occasional parkrun for good measure.
Those of you on the programme, keep on doing what you’re doing and I’ll come and play catch-up when I’m ready.
Enjoy your next run x