Water, Water, Everywhere

Marcus’s Coronavirus test came back negative so we were free to train, but he was still feeling under the weather (his temperature had been over 40 so couldn’t say he was swinging the lead) so I headed down to training alone. With my mind on such things I forgot about all the sounds of heavy rain overnight. Well on arrival, as you can tell from the photo – this is the field where we warm up and then start our long run. Neither of those we going to happen……

So we worked out a new course, a few recces disguised as warm-up jogs did the trick. We found a new route that worked out at 2.32 km – only about 100m longer than our regular route, surprisingly close when you’re not measuring and looking for suitable trees as markers.

My run wasn’t great, I could blame the slippery conditions but I think it was more of an average day. The park is quite hilly, I’ve decided I need to improve my running uphill, that’s been a real weakness. I focused on keeping tall and getting some knee drive, not just plodding up. That part went well but I couldn’t get my time much below 5 mins pr km throughout. Crossing the final bridge I met two large groups of people heading in opposite directions – I ended up just walking across, too late to make anything up really. 11:25 was the time in the end. I’d like to forget it but I’ve committed to recording it here 🙂

Then it was onto the hills – 2 sets of 4x120m. That bit felt better, Yet again I’d forgotten to put my longer spikes in. Katy and James for company up the hills. A good session in the end,

Workout in the Park

The track is closed for refurbishment (still!!) so we are down in the park. Well that means we get to run in the daylight. Makes it tricky for a few of the squad but works for most. We would normally be doing some perimeter runs at the track so coach has recreated a slightly longer (to reflect the lack of a mini-hill in the middle). So it’s about 600m on soft ground. Now this is why I must write these up at the time – I’ve already forgotten my splits.

Evening Run – Stopping to Chat

Feeling bullish after a reasonable outing earlier in the week. Time to rerun the course from a few days before. Marcus was unwell so it would have to be a solo effort. I’m usually much better when being pulled along, but just have to see how it goes.

The first section goes well and I manage to run the whole of the steep hill and with a bit more pace. I started out old style then picked it up only dipping towards the end. If I can keep it all below 7 mins / km next time I’ll be happy.

However I then spot someone i haven’t seen for ages walking up the hill to football on the brand new 5G pitch at the school. So I stop for a distance 2.5 min chat. Great for recovery bad to comparisons. I wonder what the net effect is, this was just at the beginning of a nice downhill stretch. The rest of the run goes well with a bit of cheering on as I pass a pub on the last 100m.

So overall 5:08 / km for 3.84km (moving time courtesy of Strava so my chat eliminate I assume). Not going to complain, not sure what effect the chat had.

Evening Run – not a Ride

Credit to Marcus for dragging me out. He wanted to run, I thought I might take the bike, but I discovered my headlight had given up, so there was nothing for it but to run. All on road and a bit difficult in some patches where the lighting not good and my balance being what it is. I did turn my ankle round about this time last year on a hole in the pavement that I never noticed.

Nothing eventful, apart from the long hill. I had to walk a patch in the middle. Need to sort up my uphills, I’m really slow. I noticed this on a park runs,

Apart from that it went okay. 3.91km in 21:46 according to my good friend Strava. 5:34/km, so a baseline set for the winter.

British Champs – Painful Ending

Thought I’d kick off my blogs with a look back at what looked to be a promising season start but turned out to be last event before lockdown

I decided to have my first foray into national competition with the British Indoors. The 400m final run as two races and I’m in the second. Coming off the third bend I hear a cracking sound from my below and a wobble on my left foot. Assume it’s a broken spike plate, but as I continue on down the straight the pain tells me it might have been some fully else. I manage to cruise the last 150 for overall 6th – definitely not limping off before finishing is the thought. Not a very sensible thought.

Btw credit to Tom Phillips for the photo.  www.tomphillipsphotos.co.uk

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