18 Sunday Mar 2012
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There were no miles ran this week.
I moved house however, which meant very little sleep and plenty of heavy lifting. It also means that I am back where I first got obsessed with running, with a number of safe and familiar circuits of varying length available to me.
I am making good progress with the unpacking and the decorating, so I’ll be back on the wagon shortly!
11 Sunday Mar 2012
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I am going to come out flat-footed and admit that not a lot of running went on this week. The house move is well on its way and I really do not have much time for anything else. Not long to go now!
I managed just under 3 miles on Tuesday night and couldn’t even gain any momentum.
I have, however, walked 16 miles and cycled 48 miles, 30 of those just today – I am rightly off to bed.
04 Sunday Mar 2012
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Best get this out of the way straight away. How did I do this week?
͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ | M | Tue | W | Th | F | Sa | Su | TOT | ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ | | 4.2 | | | | | 5 | 26 | ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞ ͞
On Tuesday morning, when my first 10k of the week was scheduled, my body and my head just refused to play. I could barely get out of bed. I could barely think. Or talk (now that’s a turn-up for the books!).
This continued through the week and got worse.
What happened? Nothing happened and everything happened. The wheels came off and the car that is my life skidded and ended up in a ditch by the side of the road.
I am moving house in 10 days and it’s A BIG DEAL. Not just the putting my life in boxes for the fourth time in 12 months, but also the where and the how. It’s good. But it’s a lot to handle.
Work is mostly horrendous. I still love it, but it’s a little testing right now.
It is not really safe to run where I usually run.
But these really are nothing but excuses. Truth is, I have been training very hard for a good few months now, all the while getting my life back into the place it’s supposed to be. I made a rod for my own back by taking on a lot of extracurricular committments too.
It was about time my body turned around and did some big Italian gestures telling me to take a break.
And I did. I stopped. I decided that with the marathon eight whole months away some time off was not going to do me any harm, in fact it’s probably prevented some serious damage.
I walked to work, which takes more time but requires a lot less organising and carrying stuff around, I itched when I saw people running, I took time the extracurricular stuff, I made cake, confided in friends and I started packing.
My legs never stopped hurting, but that’s more to do with me pathologically forgetting to stretch than anything else.
I went out this morning and whilst it was tough at first I finished with plenty left in the tank and it felt really good.
Now I just need to get through the next two weeks and it will all be alright.
Onwards and upwards!
