After the Baker Hughes 10k on Sunday, I did some tidying, watched a couple of crappy movies on TV with Ian, and packed for my week away with 44 teenagers in London. After midnight, I decided I should probably get some sleep for the long day ahead. The day that started with getting on a coach at 4:30. In. The. Morning.
After a 90 minute power nap, I dragged myself into the shower, before packing last minute things and remembering a pillow for the 74 month (OK, 14 hour) journey ahead. On a bus, in case I had neglected to mention that charming detail. With teenagers that still think farting is hilarious.
Roughly 17 years later, we were all shuffling off of the bus and breathing in slightly warmer air in front of the London Eye, which we took a ride on before heading to the hotel for dinner and room checks. At 11:13 I crawled into bed. At 11:13:05, I was asleep.
The week was pretty similar to last year, with a morning shopping in Camden (at least the parts not affected by the fire the night before), the London Dungeons, a few musicals (Billy Elliot, Jersey Boys, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory), Covent Garden, Thorpe Park, the London Zoo….
It also involved getting up before 6:00 am every morning for a run. I managed a single run on last year’s trip, and while May was supposed to be my month off running to give myself a break after the Fling, the weather was nice, and I managed to crack out at least a 5k every morning we were there.
Friday was the long coach trip back to Aberdeen, Saturday was weights and a 4 mile run, and Sunday, today, was meant to be my first ‘long run’ to get me back into gear before the Giants Head marathon at the end of June. I set off expecting about 14 miles, but arrived home 20 miles later thanks to the mid-run company of some friends: Maz, Elaine (who is running Dundee and Glenmore 12 as well), and Carol (who is training for her first marathon). And possibly fueled by the sheer happiness I got from looking down at my colourful new tights (thank you free time in London to shop). Even the rain wasn’t enough to dampen (I crack myself up) my mood.
Last night was also the much-anticipated opening of entries for the Glen Ogle 33 mile ultra held on November 1st. Knowing a few people who planned on entering, I booked my hotel room in the 15 minutes before entries opened (after insider information pointing me in the direction of one of the last rooms at the inn where the after party is), and spent the next 20 minutes anxiously brushing off any of Ian’s attempts to speak to me, explaining I was dealing with some time-sensitive stuff and must not be disturbed. Oh, and entering the race. Which means I might as well try to make the most of my ‘cut back month’, since the second half of 2014 seems to be planned and packed!
- June: Seven Hills of Edinburgh Challenge, Giants Head marathon
- July: Heart of the Park Challenge, Dundee marathon
- August: Speyside Way Ultra
- September: Glenmore 12, Loch Ness marathon
- October: Amsterdam marathon
- November: Glen Ogle 33
- December: Pisa marathon
I’m also in the middle of selling my apartment, so somewhere in there will be moving out (and staying with Ian’s mum), and flat/house-hunting with Ian! And hopefully, you know, moving into a new, slightly bigger place. Goodbye free time…