Training - Week 5
Sunday - 12 MILE RUN 9:45 - 10:30 M/M
Well this was, in a nutshell, bloody hard work but terrific fun!
In Essex we had very little snow until Sunday, when it snowed constantly all day. We ended up with a few inches and it was out into this wintery wonderland that I headed for my long run.
Sam advised me on Twitter not to worry about pacings and to concentrate on time on my feet with this session although, to be fair, it was rather nippy and snowing constantly so if I went to slow I got rather cold! As a result, the pacings actually aren't that bad.
Given the conditions, I thought it would be rather clever (!) to head over to the local nature reserve, Langdon Hills. The name is appropriate. There are a lot of hills. However, it is a beautiful enough place at the best of times and, covered in snow, it was really quite special - certainly special enough to make a few hills seem more than worth the while.
It was, because of the hills, also jam-packed with families and dog-walkers out sledging, building snowmen and enjoying the snow and every single person I saw had a huge smile on their faces and I had more waves and 'hellos' then in probably a whole month of running previously!
Running through the snow, which was pretty deep in places, was a bit of a challenge though. I think I turned my ankle about three or four times and at one point found myself running over either a extremely large puddle or extremely small pond (still not sure which) which had frozen over and was perfectly camouflaged under a thick layer of snow. I only found out once I was ankle-deep in freezing water. I slithered and slid down a few slopes and really struggled up one particularly steep hill whilst sledging kids whizzed past in the other, more sensible, direction. I got to the top and was told "you're well fit". This would have been great if it wasn't coming from a rather portly gentleman in his fifties and was entirely referring to my cardio-vascular capabilities.
But, strangely, I really did enjoy it and it really took me back to my school cross-country days - I had a similar experience of running a borough cross-country race through snow-filled woods and got my bright-red face and terrible school boy haircut into the local paper.
After about seven miles, I ran out of nature reserve and, rather than repeat the course, headed out onto the streets for the remainder of the run. The going was a lot easier and I suddenly realised that, amidst all the fun and hills and snow and larks, I had been breathing quite heavily and not really taking it as easy as maybe I could/should on a long run.
I had the Garmin recording the run but I didn't really look at it more than twice during the entire run - I just listened out for it beeping to tell me I'd done another mile.
Just as I got past the 11 mile mark, the Garmin ran out of battery so I'm not sure exactly how far I ran in total. However, it was definitely somewhere between 11.5 and 12 miles simply because of how far away I was from home when the watch gave up the ghost.
So here are the pacings for the first eleven miles, and you'll have to use your imaginations for the final mile:
Mile 1 - 9:51
Mile 2 - 10:39
Mile 3 - 09:49
Mile 4 - 09:26
Mile 5 - 09:45
Mile 6 - 09:57
Mile 7 - 10:11
Mile 8 - 09:38
Mile 9 - 10:05
Mile 10 - 10:03
Mile 11 - 09:51
Edited: 21/01/2013 at 19:58