Apologies in advance, this post will, I fear, lack any comedic value as I am too tired to think of anything clever, although I was ON FIRE earlier during a cheeky gossip session with a friend.
Today was my longest ever training run: 14 miles. I had originally set out aiming for about 10, because I was feeling a bit tired, but within the first half mile of my run a guy swept past me which triggered an irrational competitive rage within me, and so it was decided: I would follow this man as far as he traveled, and then I would return home. Unfortunately, I did not bet on this guy running nearly 7 miles further before turning around. What an asshole (not really).
I kept up with him until just after 10 miles, but by then, after only a banana for breakfast and starting to flag, I decided to stop for a stretch, a banana blast High 5 energy gel, and a rummage through my new 3 litre Camelback (on it’s running debut) for my mp3 player to provide some motivation for the home stretch.
10 miles in, requiring more than a breakfast banana for fuel…
After hitting the milestone 14 mile mark, I hobbled to my flat, stretched, demolished a glass of chocolate milk (my new drink of the moment), and sat with my legs up against a wall for a bit, all to the amusement of my (hungover) friend Grant, who had used my sofa as a bed last night. A quick shower later, we headed out for some comfort food, before heading back to the flat to watch some terrible old films on TV. Both of us felt sluggish (for different reasons) and both of us were dreading our planned activity in the evening: Tough Mudder training with the rest of our (available) team members. It was around this point in the day that I asked myself: Why did you have to run as far as that dude today, you total idiot!?! I took advantage of the remaining time, but was all too aware of the clock ticking towards 5pm.
I would have been 100% happy with staying exactly like this for the rest of the day.
The time came to head off, and after downing an electrolyte drink, head off we did. There were 5 of us in total, and I had planned a (horrendous) workout for us all. We found a good sized field in Hazelhead Park and set to it. I had planned to do laps of running followed by intense circuit-style exercises. 2 laps of the field was about .4 miles, which seemed plenty to me, especially today! Our workout was as follows:
2 x laps running
- 20 burpees
- 15 squats
- 15 push ups
- 15 sit ups
- 20 burpees
- 12 squats
- 12 push ups
- 12 sit ups
- 20 burpees
- 9 squats
- 9 push ups
- 9 sit ups
- 20 burpees (these ones sucked hard)
.5 x lap running
- 25 back extensions
- 25 sit ups
.5 lap running
- 20 x Right leg lunges/20 x Left leg lunges
- 10 push ups
- 30 second plank
- Repeat x 3
1 x lap
- Abs (including crunches, bicycle crunches, russian twists and the cherry on top? A 4 minute plank)
1 x lap
After this, Ian took over and we did some interesting (and possibly dangerous) team building, including carrying each other across a field and hanging from monkey bars. Overall, we were working out for about 90 minutes, and by the end, we were all pretty ready for it to end. We have decided to up the intensity in the coming weeks during bi-weekly sessions. Delightful.
Anyway, after today, I felt I fully deserved to put my feet up and enjoy this:
Demolished in roughly 7 minutes.
No wonder my feet look like this:
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My left foot. Before the 14 mile run today.