Since creating my own training plan I have been consistent in not completing all of the runs. Always something sapping my time, energy and motivation. First there was Christmas, then the bathroom and then this week an extraction. Granted the last one I gained a legitimate excuse, from a higher state (not just my Mum) that said NO RUNNING for 24 hours. Fortunately I had rattled off a 6 miler before turning up for said extraction.
All this missing training runs is playing on my mind and causing me to worry about it all. Looking at the concocted plan, I realised I have added training for 6 days a week, why have I done this? I have trained for five marathons and have never trained 6 days a week. Silly. Time to adjust that plan I think. Seems its not just the Government that can move the goal posts!
Yesterday Madam and I turned up to a frozen parkrun. The run director was pondering whether to postpone it. I told him in no uncertain terms that seeing as I had dragged a teenager out of bed to be there he could not cancel it. I know he was worried about health and safety, but I was worried about MY health and safety. After a run briefing that went along the lines of run if you so wish, don’t come to us if you turn an ankle, mind the frozen ruts and the huge ice sheet down by the farm! Madam ran with me for the first mile and it was great to have her company, its been a long time. Once she warmed up she was off, a blur of lycra and high vis!
This morning I left the house at 6:30 am, fortunately the ice we had yesterday did not make a reappearance today or the long run would have been dangerous and probably undoable. I did 9 miles on my own before sweeping by to pick up my running buddy (not literally) and she dragged me round the next 6. Nice to have company on the hardest bit, a strategy I might have to replicate.