Hello everyone, and hoppy bathday to young Dustin.
If I say on this forum that I'm going for a run, that acts as a guilty persuasive prod. Therefore I'd better be careful what I say.
Today I had a flying revalidation (aka Test). Just think about that programme on telly: Worst Place to be a Pilot. The greyness first thing was particularly grey. If you can see through it, you can fly through it. Anyway, that's now passed, and I'm signed off for a couple more years. I enjoyed this one more than previous years. I might just sign up for Papua New Guinea yet.
After yesterday's blast around the hamster route, I found that I had the urge to go for a splash today.
Coach had told us to have faith in our abilities. So I got in the fast lane and kept pushing on. There were other people in lane and that meant putting in some extra effort to get out of the way, then trying to tail once they had passed. 64 lengths in 33 minutes .WHAT? Even a 2 length mis-count left me with a massive PB. 80 lengths in 42 minutes. ???? Blimey. Where did that all come from? I'm normally at 40 and 50 minutes. But Oh Boy, did my hands and forearms ache afterwards!
I got yesterday's lyrics. Today's are nagging. Swim training yesterday was billed as being quite hard, but I clearly push on during those sessions anyway, so felt OK.
This evening I got a run: just the 6.6 regular. Feeling like I'm a couple of pounds heavy was my reason for getting a bit of a wiggle on, that and the self imposed stress of starting out a bit late. Mile splits were surprisingly brisk, but the lactic built up once I started the ascent half of the route. 7:30, 6:56, 7:00, 7:16, 7:22, 7:26, (+7:03 pace). Well chuffed. Must be a seasons best for the training route. If I actually trained properly I might get somewhere.