Absence makes the miles grow longer

Ooooh, it’s been a while. I’m not sure why I’ve not been posting (because I’ve certainly been running), maybe it’s an extended comedown from Juneathon? Whatever the reason, I do apologise and will now relate some of the important bits of the missing weeks.

Since my last post in July, I have run a grand total of  73.45 miles. Five of these sessions have been interval sessions. In a perverse way I’ve been enjoying these a lot (even though some times I’m a bit scared of them) and can tell that they’re making a difference to my other runs. I’ve been skimping some of the middle distance sessions and certainly haven’t managed four times a week.

I’ve been upping my distance and completed my first ever 10 miles. I first attempted this on Sunday morning, but something went a bit awry with my preparation (not to mention the fact that it was the first run in sunshine since Kent) and I was whacked after 3 miles. Being sensible, I abandoned the 10, turned round and enjoyed the walk/runhome  along the country lanes. Arriving home, I had a shower and then fell alseep (still wrapped in my towel for 40 minutes). And I didn’t pee til three o’clock which leads me to suspect that I was a bit dehydrated…

The previous week I’d managed 9 miles with no water and had no such ill effects. The water bottle had been filled, but then was abandoned next to the sink and I only realised a mile from home. It would have been less of an issue if I hadn’t been listening to the Audiofuel long run session and the lovely disembodied voice kept telling me how important it was to drink after an hour. I made do with jelly babies and drizzle.

The successful ten was finally achieved on Thursday evening in less than promising circumstances. It was after work, it was heaving down with rain, it was gloomy and I was going home to an empty house.  Despite all this, I did it and was unfeasibly chuffed with myself even though it has taken me three days to be able to go up and down stairs without wincing – my quads hate me.

I am now the proud owner of some birthday running sunnies and hopefully don’t look like too much of an arse in them. They are the Aspex Colorado and were the best thing about my Sunday morning run; really light, don’t slip and I barely notice that I’m wearing them. All I need now is a bit of sunshine!