No, I’m not pregnant. Or engaged.
Since before Paris I’ve been struggling with a sharp pain on the right side of my abs that, over various points of the year so far, I worried was a hernia. While on the waiting list for a scan at the hospital, I was reluctant to enter any new races, especially ones that required a significant commitment, in case I was going to be sidelined by a month of recovery after an operation, but thankfully, that has been ruled out. I’m still experiencing pain, which is thought to be scar tissue (fabulous), but I have been assured I can keep doing everything apart from weights for the time being. The super sleuths among you may have worked out that my list of ‘things I can still get on with’ includes running, which I am obviously pleased about.
Before I got my results back, I became increasingly jealous of all my running friends who were excitedly planning (and getting on with) their training for the Loch Ness marathon, the first marathon I ever ran. For a lot of my friends, it will be their first. For others, it’s a return to form, or an attempt to slay the beast that got the better of them last year. I watched the deadline for guaranteed entries creep closer, and hours before they closed, I entered. And booked the same room I had at a B&B last year. And didn’t tell anyone.
But I started upping my distance, and joining friends who were out and proud about training on some of their longer runs “for fun”. I started making plans to just turn up at the start line and casually ask my friends if they were in the mood for a run, while also happy that if I needed surgery, I could just slink away from the training plan without having to tell anyone that I had pulled out. Then I got my results.
My plan to keep my entry a secret and surprise my friends became more elaborate (and ridiculous, because how am I going to fit into a cake that I can also fit onto a single bus seat?) and after LESS THAN 7 DAYS, I cracked and told everyone.
So yeah, I guess the Loch Ness marathon is the main hurdle I need to get over before the Texas marathon in January, but I’m looking forward to seeing how pacing myself a little more wisely can affect my experience of a race. And running with a bunch of my friends. And eating afterwards, obviously.
Training has been going well so far, and unlike Paris, I have actually been able to run more than once a week, which has been reassuring. The last three weeks of training are below. Anything that has no mileage is likely a spin class. Any ridiculous mileage (30+) is on a road bike.
You might also notice that my long runs have been on a Thursday, and the simple reason for that is, I am a teacher, and the word ‘weekday’ does not register on my summer holidays. Leaving Saturday and Sunday free means that I have time to cycle with Ian, be lazy, and not worry that any races I have entered don’t match up with my long run distance.
Of course, in three weeks I won’t be so smug when term starts…