August 23rd 2015
I managed a rescue of sorts this week
after what was a very tough opening few days of training. The stomach bug was
in my system until last Wednesday but energy levels were pretty dismal to the
point I took 2 days off on Thursday and Friday.
The first 3 days of the week were not good at
all. Basically the running day consisted of me going for a hour jogging or so
in the morning, breaking into sweats and heavy breathing after maybe 10 minutes
and then suffering for a further 45 minutes, stopping for a 3 minute walk doing
another few minutes of light jogging before having to stop a mile out for home
for a 15 minute walk back to the house. I then would get in the door empty what
was left of my gut lie down and drink a glass of dioralite.
Pretty crap (if you excuse me) to be
honest. Tuesday was only marginally better – 2 mile warm up 15minutes X 2 at
7.30 pace and a 1 mile cooldown before panning out again. I thought I was over
the worst of it by Wednesday but after coming back after another walk run hour
I nearly passed out after coming out of the shower. Common sense prevailed and
Aoiffe swore me not to run for at least 2 days. It was a easy promise to make.
I was a spent force. The gains I had made up to the August weekend were being
undermined.
Thursday night I must have slept 12
hours waking up at 10 am. I took another day off Friday and decided to see if I
could do a hour light jog on Saturday. Adopting a very slow and cautious
approach keeping the pace down to around 9min to 9.15 for the first hour I was
feeling pretty ok , all things considered. I decided to keep going. I was
feeling ok after 2 hours covering 13.5 miles – a slow pace. A sensible me
should have left it at that but I decided to loop back around Pikes Cross and
back down the Railway. These last 3 miles were a struggle. I was stuck in the
one gear and there was a definite sense of effort involved. The legs were
feeling tight and my head was getting tired. I had to stop for a gulp of water
in the railway station but these hardships were good things. It meant my body
was readapting to the notion of the long run. In all I ran 18.1 miles in
2hrs40minutes – average pace was 8.51- slow and I suspect the Hr wasn’t
particularly low either. However I was delighted to have got the work done even
if I was wiped for the rest of the day.
We headed up to see Kevin Bridges do a
gig in the Opera House – not one of his best gigs and I was wiped out again the
next day after a 3 hour round trip to Cork to see the man perform a very odd
show. However rather than go for run On Sunday I went for a 40 minute 2.8 mile
walk with Aoiffe- the quads and muscles were achey, a feeling that persisted
until Monday.
I had plans to run the Ballycotton 5
mile race and the Tullamore half marathon on the following Saturday. I also had
plans to run the Liscarroll 10k and the Clonmel 13.1 the week previously. These
races were to play a part in my training but maybe a more back to basic
approach might be required.
Miles for the week – Monday 7 miles,
Tuesday 7 miles, Wednesday 6.2 miles, Saturday 18.1 miles, Sunday 2.8 mile
walk. 41 miles in total.
Holiday photo taken with Toledo in the background, probably one of the nicest places I have ever ran (or visited).