You know sometimes how the training really just doesn’t go how you expected it to? Well, it’s been one of those weeks.
Maybe it’s the sunshine, maybe it’s the smell of autumn, maybe it’s dropping that glass of wine after the kids have gone to bed, maybe it’s knowing that the marathon is starting to creep into my consciousness, which is exciting, maybe, due to the ‘hot chocolate incident’ there’s been more washing done this week so I’ve worn my favourite running clothes more often, or maybe it’s just been one of those weeks.
I enjoyed my first run of the week, a bright 10k along the canal, then Tuesday I did my speed work, and again I enjoyed it. I used to feel a bit odd sprinting down the straight path of the park while other runners looped round, but I’ve got over that now and just enjoyed the feel of the speed. I think the fog helped a bit, I couldn’t see where I was running to, so just went for it, the end taking me, pleasantly, by surprise.
Wednesday I had loads of things to do, so used it as a rest day, but really missed my morning run, more than usual.
I’m trying to up my distance slowly and ran 10 miles on Thursday, along a route I haven’t done for a while. It gave me a lift to see the fabulous colours of the trees, and be back in the old haunts again. It probably helped to see that I’d kept up a decent pace too.
Then today, I notched up a decent 10k, even though I worried that my legs were a bit tired after yesterday, and I’m even starting to believe that I might be finally breaking in the new trainers.
So I’m going into the weekend very happy and positive after a good week of running, and can hardly wait to get started on the next one.