Today is a rest day and it could not have been better placed. All public transport is cancelled due to Snowmageddon so it's a walk to work. It was "challenging" albeit ridiculously gorgeous.
26.2 miles in 5 hrs 37 minutes and 26 seconds It's a funny thing, this marathon lark. After 4 months of training (including 3 weeks of taper, in which I appeared to have completely forgotten what the whole concept of running was all about) I woke up on the morning of the 22nd of April 2018 calmer than I have ever felt before. The thunder storm that woke me up at 1am, wasn't a great deal of fun, but we'll gloss over that. But I was calm. Centred, even. Yeah, I know, weird AF. I'm about to embark on the longest distance I've ever run in the hottest temperatures on record - I should be worried. I've trained in blizzards and ice and wind and rain, with the very occasional sunny spell, but, unsurprisingly, Scottish weather has not brought me anywhere close to 24 degrees. IKR. I'm as surprised as you are. Anyway, the night before we had gone to Wagamamas and I carb loaded so hard on ramen that I thought I was going to explode. James, Calum and I m
Long Run: 18 Miles - 2hrs 58mins I had planned to run out to Musselburgh but the wind off the sea was horrendous. The voice in my head was telling me to jack it in from the get go. So I made an executive decision. Based on how rotten I’ve been feeling about my progress, I decided to go back to where I started running, switch my brain off and just keep doing loops of the Warriston Path till I hit 18 miles. I realise it’s not the most stimulating of courses but it gave me the opportunity to have a proper talk with myself. Run was ok. Weather was shite. 18 Miles in the bag. 😬
It's been a funny old week. After the proper elation of finishing the 22 miler, things have really taken a turn for the worse this week. I'd been told that taper does funny things to your head. However, I really couldn't see how running less miles could be a problem. Oh, how wrong I was. I think I can pinpoint exactly where things went wrong. Instead of going to my usual conditioning and yoga class on Monday, I went to a gig - well, I was on holiday, it was Easter and it's what Jesus would have wanted. I then started to relax. Bad move all round, really. A malaise set in far too quickly for my liking and the mid week runs that I did have planned, didn't happen. However I kept telling myself that it wasn't a problem. I had the Kilomathon on Sunday, James and I were going to run it to get used to running in crowds. It was quite important, given that: (1) I've only run either by myself or with James; (2) I'm not great with crowds; and (3) I ha
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