Posted: 18/04/2014 at 16:53
Well it's been an odd couple of weeks.
I've been getting increasingly concerned about my failure to ramp up my distance beyond 15 miles. Week before last, having taking time off to let my blisters heal, I set out to attack 17.5 miles. Everything was going great up to 9 miles, I felt fresh as a daisy thanks, but then something pinged alarmingly in my right foot.
And this when I was as far away from home as my route takes me.
I ended up walk/running back. My foot was alright after a while, but obviously I was tentative with it, and having stopped for a prolonged spell, my legs were insanely tight and heavy. In the end I racked up something like 14 miles of running, but it wasn't exactly distance I felt the benefit of!
Then, last Sunday, out with my wife trying to get her a new Garmin km and mile best, we were rudely interrupted when she trod on a broken bottle - base down, with a huge, jagged shard which went straight through the sole and quite a considerable distance into her foot. My first thought was that it had gone straight through. Cue a trusty pair of shoes pretty much ruined, leaving her with an updated version which steadfastly refuse to be broken in.
Increasingly worried about how close to the race I was getting without racking up a serious distance, I'd set Tuesday aside to leapfrog the 17.5 milestone, and go straight to 20 miles. This all went to hell when our boiler died, so I ended up waiting in for an engineer that didn't end up arriving until late in the day. So, no run. Grr.
Then on Wednesday, I woke up with a stinking cold. Really grotty, heavy of head, and absolutely exhausted. I got home from work and then proceeded to sleep for 11 hours straight. Woke up yesterday, still feeling rough, and had to endure a horrendous day at work, followed by another early night as I felt so ropey.
This brought me to this morning. I was at least full of sleep, so my plan was to set my alarm for 6, and see if I in any way felt capable of getting out for a long run. If I'm honest, I really, really didn't, but due to a busy weekend it really did feel like now or never.
I set out, and really suffered from 10 miles onwards. Mentally I was a state, and constantly felt on the cusp of stopping, but after tweaking my route to bring myself closer to home for the last 5 miles, I somehow dragged myself round the full 20 miles. It was horrible, and it was painfully slow at times, but I can at least say that it's in the bank.
In terms of distance training, that's me done now. On with the taper. Thank Christ.