Well, my training went a bit off the rails this weekend, but who can blame someone for wanting a couple of beers with friends once in a while, huh? Saturday is usually my pakrun/pump day, but I didn’t make either. Why, you ask, narrowing your eyes and throwing a side-eye my way? Simple. I was hungover.
Friday night was the one year anniversary of a writing group I’m a part of. Anniversaries are for one thing: drinking. Now, it was a themed night, and the theme was ‘moral decay’. I took that to mean ‘dress like a ho’ and I gave it my all.
Total number of party guests that decided to follow the theme: 2
So I spent the night teetering about in trashy 6-inch heeled boots and a rubber dress whilst everyone else lounged comfortably in sensible, non-ho clothes. Awesome.
Anyway, I didn’t get home until just before three, so I decided after 8 straight days of working out I had earned a rest day. And it was great. I slept in, ate loads and topped it off with a play at His Majesty’s Theatre.
Roll around Sunday. I also slept in today. Until the afternoon, which is unheard of for me. I told myself I would do some form of exercise today, but the longer I languished in bed, the less likely that idea seemed. After lunch, however, with the sun out and the energy of instant noodles soaring through my body, I thought ‘Ugh, screw it, I’ll go’.
I set off not knowing how far I would run. Initially I was thinking 5 miles, but it was such a nice day I just kept going. My hip was giving me a bit of bother and the knee still isn’t 100%, but I just felt happy on the go. When I eventually checked my Garmin and noticed I’d gone 5.5 miles, I decided it was time to turn back. And who wouldn’t be in the mood for running here?
Turning onto my street I saw I’d run over 11 miles, my longest run at 28 so far! Having not planned for a long run, I was glad I’d tucked a cheeky tenner into my phone-carrier arm-strap thing, and ran past my front door, round the corner, and straight to the Tesco Local that I know has good fridges (because poorly chilled beverages piss me off). The sight of pure heaven? Witness:
So that’ll be my longest run before my first half marathon, which is exactly two weeks away now. Feeling confident I’ll manage the distance as I felt strong (but thirsty) after my run today, and have a realistic goal of coming in under 2:15, although sub 2:00 is like my holy grail! I guess I’m starting what is known in the biz as ‘taper time’, apart from my 10 mile race next Sunday.
Hope everyone else’s training is going well, and that you’ve been balancing all of your hard work with some hard play! 😉