Anyway this week has been very good. On Tuesday in Zumba we were doing the Plank. That's not a dance by the way. Now since I have no upper body strength whatsoever, and since my core muscles seem to be non-existent, this was very difficult. Come Thursday I realised I couldn't even cough without my stomach muscles hurting. What a state. Better do more of those.
On Wednesday I ran 11 miles which went a lot better than I had anticipated. It was very foggy and very cold but I plodded along regardless. I had been reading that on the long runs you should run a minute/minute and a half slower than your anticipated marathon pace. I did my utmost to keep at that and hey presto! it worked. In addition my new compression socks meant that my legs felt OK through the whole run. So that's the secret then. I had meant to do this run on Monday but I was a wimp and allowed myself to talk myself out of it. Shame on you! So come Wednesday I did a Ray Winstone on myself - ' Oi Leggy! Wotcha doin'? Get yourself out there or else! You're going dahn...'
On Thursday I walked across to the nearest village, scoffed a toasted teacake and a skinny latte and walked back. Then I went for my appointment with Mick the Marmaliser and had my legs well and truly pummelled into oblivion. Ooh the agony. Especially my right Achilles. Got to pay more attention to that.
Today I ran a 30 min interval session with my TMP (Trusty Marathon Pal). It was very mild and still so that was ideal. Mind you a minute can seem a long time when you're running fast. Hopefully that's going to feel a lot better the more we do it.
Now gearing up for the Great Yorkshire Pieathlon on Sunday. My last race of the year. It sounds a right hoot, can't wait!
Finally the sunrises and sunsets here have been beautiful recently. Who can't help but marvel at them?
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