and I’m not talking about the hills this time. Nope I mean the good times and the bad times.
Wednesday night was club handicap night. This is a timed 5k, a tough ish route, undulating on the road. I have not done this for a while, as last year I got a good time and did not want to do it again until I was closer to it. The evening was damp, the cloud was down, perfect running weather. There was the usual banter at the start querying why others you know are faster than you but are starting sooner. Then it was time for my off. I was fortunate that I could always see someone in front of me, someone to chase. I was thrilled to pass four runners. The time was my fastest this year, but not as fast as the one I was given in the results! I was pleased with the time, seems the fitness is on its way back.
The plan called for 6 miles on Thursday. No problem, right? Mmmm. It was a disaster. Many factors played a part.
- It was hot and humid
- I did not take water
- Stomach issues
- This was my 6th day running in a row
- I had run hard the night before
- I had swam 22 x 25 metres
- I had chosen a route that was longer than 6 miles
It was a miserable run, the worse in a long time. Thinking maybe this 6 runs a week training plan may well be too much for this old girl!
Today was rest day and a trip to see the Red Arrows