a.m. A cheeky little 6 miler. Planned on doing a 13 with 7-8 at high-end aerobic pace but my right boo-tock was whinging like a good-un. So, to be safe, I settled on an easy 6. The boo-tock seemed to appreciate my kindness and even seemed to have eased by the end of the run. I'll see how it is tonight.
Last night when I finished my run, two of my neighbours were giving it some big chit-chat out on the street. I stopped and talked them. They mentioned the Tralee marathon etc but I said that I wasn't running. And then, stood there in the gelid night, in my tights and wooly hat and gloves, it dawned on me as I heard my voice booming through the darkness that I was finally and completely a runner:
'...Yeah, I'm thinking about the 5000m national champs in August, up in Dublin,' I said, stretching my hamstings - like I was somebody. 'I'm hoping to drop in some decent speed before moving up to the marathon. I've only been at it blah, blah, blah."
Yes, I have transformed from a three dimensional person into a sad case - a one dimensional runner:)
p.m. 11 miles. 3.5 easing up to high-end aerobic ; 6 @high-end aerobic; 0.75 @ threshold; 0.25 @ VO2 Max; 0.5 w/d.
Great run - worked hard and kept the concentration levels high. Focussed on running relaxed and hard. Dug in and pushed on when it hurt a bit. Enjoyed the incessant discomfort. Dropped Jake and Matt when I eased up to threshold pace - they were gurning like babies:) - and caught Ryan Hall during VO2 Max pace - pulled his shorts down as I overtook him. Yep, I'm the man.
Wake up son...
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