It’s good sometimes to take a step back (well, not when running, that could be dangerous) and get some perspective. Last week I had an easier week in my schedule, a mere 46 miles. Sunday’s ‘long run’ was a mere 13.
I’ve only been running for just shy of three years but it’s amazing how that’s now become standard. Not that long ago I would have been dead chuffed to finish a 5km run, let alone a 10km or more. Now I think 13 miles isn’t much for a Sunday.
Given I’ve also had a niggle (it’s not an injury unless it stops you running. The fact that it hurts when you are running is totally fine, ok? My denial training is going so well …) I should be grateful just to be out there. Also grateful to my teammate Sune who stuck her elbow in my, er, glute to help. And also grateful to the very nice physio who checked my hand in the pub on Saturday night after a clash with a man doing butterfly in the local pool. Butterfly, in a shared lane: I ask you. That’s the swimming equivalent of running across three lanes of the track simultaneously, right?
So, how was your weekend? And if you are marathon training, are you at the stage where you feel nothing but aches and pains and those “only XX days to go!” messages make you think “oh my god, THAT LONG” rather than “Oh that’s so close”?
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