Sunday, Week 9

20 Miles, Slow

Another late night; this time it was 1 o'clock when we and our friends finally put down our Wii remotes and called it a night. Out on the road at 7:45am.

Felt pretty leaden footed, and not quite right, but got to the 13 mile mark in 1hr 40mins, when it was taking 1hr 45mins last year.

Tried pushing on for a really fast time, but hit some kind of wall going up the long hill from Apperley Bridge, and my legs got heavier and heavier, although I consoled myself that:

1. This will make Blackpool feel REALLY easy
2. I wasn't doing the mad 33 mile fell race being run this weekend by a work colleague's brother.

Home in a time 3 seconds slower than last week.

Friday, Week 9

4.5 Miles, Easy

Easy run, looking forward to my trip to Panic At The Disco in the evening.

Thursday, Week 9

9 Miles, Steady

Continuing an irritating habit my mind has got into recently, I spent the whole of the run from the first checkpoint at Beyton Lane thinking that I was getting further and further behind my scheduled timings.

This led me to wonder why I felt so bad when I wasn't going as fast as I should, which made me try to run harder which made me feel even worse.

Got home to find I'd mismemorised the times and in fact finished only about 30 seconds behind my fastest time.

Learning nothing, I did the same thing on Sunday

Wednesday, Week 9

8 Miles, Slow

Running home from work I had possibly my most unpleasant running experience ever.

It was really windy, and as I ran up behind an wavering old man pulling a shopping bag on wheels on Kirkstall Road, I debated which side to pass him.

Atthe last minute he jinked left, I went through on his inside, and he put his finger to his nose and propelled a huge gunky mess out. I tried to dodge it but it hit my shorts, leaving me to hope the heavy rain would have washed it off by the time I got home.

It hadn't.

Tuesday, Week 9

1M jog, then 15 x 200m fast, with 100m jog recoveries, then 1M jog