I really, really didn’t feel like going for a long run yesterday.
After a weeks holiday with my kids I was well relaxed and really only wanted to spend a final day with them before going back to work. I’d done a tough 65km bike ride on Saturday followed by dinner at Frankie & Benny’s where I stuffed myself on a double cheeseburger. So whilst my muscles ached, I knew I’d not fuelled myself properly and my brain was still on holiday – and I definitely didn’t want to go for a run.
The trees in my garden showed the tell tale signs of another strong wind and the grey clouds on the horizon suggested another damp run. When the kids got up they both sat with me and we started watching Mr Stink on TV – an adaptation of the David Walliams book. We only got half way through before I had to get ready to go for the run (that I definitely didn’t want to do) and I promised we’d watch the rest when I got home.
Thankfully, my friend Leanne was running the first 12 miles with me and because we’d arranged an 8.30 start I got myself in to gear and we headed off out in to the wind. With the breeze behind us we headed through the village, dropping off my spare drink bottle on a wall outside our friend Emma’s house. After a few hundred yards the sharp pain in my right calf/shin had subsided to a dull throb and ,even though my legs continued to feel heavy, we settled in to a good pace.
The first 12 miles passed at about my target pace of 8 min/miles. I said goodbye to Leanne and grabbed my second drink off Emma’s wall and set of for loop number 2 daydreaming about what I’d be eating when I arrived home. The fantasy was a sausage sandwich on thick fresh bread, but eventually reality turned out to be beans on toast. Deliberating which way to avoid the worst exposure to the wind (and getting it wrong) I took the steady drag out of the village, looped back across a small country lane and got back in to the boundaries of Stoney Stanton with about 18.6 miles under my belt.
If I’d have headed straight home I’d have covered just over 19 miles. But from somewhere I found some motivation to tip it over 20 miles. I figured that 20 is a great milestone to have under my belt and that it would be a fantastic confidence booster to do “over 20” rather than “over 19”.
Training-wise it probably makes little difference and my average pace was a little slower than I’d want, but hey – I’ve now done over 20 miles (20.01 miles to be exact). That only leaves 6 more to do on the day (6.19 to be exact). And with another couple of runs at around the same distance, but hopefully in better conditions, I should be well on target for a good run in 6 April.
Not bad considering I really didn’t want to go for a run.