Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Sunday's appointment with dread

Sunday I went to the gym with the idea of doing about 10 miles on the treadmill. I quickly remembered, as my left foot went slowly numb, why I don't use treadmills often.

See, they make my left foot go dead.

No idea why - perhaps it's the incline, as I usually start with it on 2 per cent as they say that simulates a road running scenario. I don't know who they are, or why I'm listening to them, but they must have an authoritative voice because I must have believed that one.

I managed a pitiful 4 miles(ish) before I bailed. But at least I made it down there, and went for a run; walked there on ice through stupidly low temperatures (-8c(ish)) and walked home afterward, too. So it's still kind of a 'yay!'

If work continues to go okay, I'll be down there tonight, too.

Saturday, 18 December 2010

Shitting shitness

Every time I get injured, even in a small way, there is fear when I start running again. Always. I don't like being afraid, I don't even like admitting it, but it's there. And this shitty weather we're having is bringing it all back in a way, because the last thing I want to do is go out and wrench a knee, sprain an ankle, or even break a bone because I wanted to run.

I'm desperate to do this marathon - and that leads me to a contradictory set of circumstances, I suppose. I want to train, I want to run, I want the momentum that this brings. I want the calm that comes with consistent runs, and the progress. But I can't bear the thought of injury ruling me out of the event; and so while it's been icy, which is most days recently, I haven't been out running. I've done one 7+ mile run in two weeks, and that's the only one I've done.

It's not good enough. I'm going to have to rejoin the gym and go on the fucking dreadmill if the streets worry me this much. Because I'm doing that bastard marathon come hell or high water.

Monday, 13 December 2010

3 miles of bliss, 3 miles of crappy run

Well, kind of.

I went out for a run this fine morning, and it was half sublime, half awful. I've missed a bit of running because of icy pavements, and Saturday was the first time I'd been out in 12 days I think. But today, Monday... I'd slept perfectly, everything was in place for a nice run. I had thought about doing it as a long run, but revised that and though nah, I'll just see how it goes; as long as I hit six miles I'll be pretty happy.

So I'm all togged up, outside at 6:50 this morning, and press play on the iPod Shuffle. What comes on but Puff Daddy's Come With Me, not a song I love but a great one to run to thanks to that crazy Led Zep riff and pounding drums. I set out with a spring in my step and a huge grin on my face.

Of course, I set out too fast. I was still grinning, pretty much, after three miles but when I came to do the loop a second time, it all went tits-up. It was such a struggle, I even let negative thoughts creep in. Same hills, same dips, same route, but twice as hard.

I ended up doing about 7.2 miles in something like 75 minutes, which I was pretty pleased with considering how the run ended. The only upside was using my new headtorch, which is absolute class... More on that another time.

I haven't blogged in a long time, not like this, so this might even be fun. Who knows?

Top songs for this morning's run: I Don't Mind At All, Chris Canty Band; Where Is My Mind, Pixies.