Monday: A visit to the gym for an upper body work-out, followed by an appointment with Adam to sort out any niggles from the previous day's 17 mile run. Except there weren't any niggles. Aside from some to-be-expected tightness in my hamstrings and calves, my legs were fine. We were both impressed. We also had a chat about my strategy for the upcoming Inverness Half that went something like this:
Adam: You have 3 choices for how to run this. I'm not going to tell you what they are. Think it through - which one do you think fits best with your reason for doing the half?
Me: I want to beat the time that I did for the Aviemore Half.
Adam: (big silence followed by big sigh) Okay, you have four choices...
We agreed that I would try to run the half at what I'm aiming for my marathon race pace to be. Consistent AND faster than the AHM - everyone will be happy.
Tuesday: 5 miles easy run before work. My easy run pace is getting faster, which worries me a bit as I fear that I'm going to stress out calves that have been quite happy at a slower pace. I tried to keep it to the pace set by my training programme, but failed. Curse you, happy legs!
Wednesday: Work work work. Blah blah blah.
|iPod dressed for winter|
Friday: For the first time in weeks, I had a niggle! I knew that something was wrong before I even got out of bed; the back of my knee was sore and stiff and, when I put weight on it, it was even more sore. This, however, was not a running related injury. This is what happens to me either when I try to kick backwards in bed to give a snoring Bassman a shove to stop the snoring or when I use that leg to lift the two duvets, one heavy blanket, and three sleeping cats off me during a hot flush. I suspect that it was the latter that did me in this time. I limped off to the gym to do my leg exercises; obviously I should be doing more of them to avoid pulling a muscle in bed-related activities.
I would have liked to have worn my compression leggings the rest of the day and to have iced my knee, but I had a chiropodist appointment (calluses taken care of, blister advice consisting of 'most runners get them' - not the most helpful of attitudes) and the car was in for its MOT (which meant that I spent three hours wandering around the shops in Inverness, although I did break that up with a lovely lunch of falafel salad, olives, hummus, and guacamole. And some carrot cake.). Still, I did RICE when I got home.
Today: 6 miles easy run. The back of my knee felt fine, as did the slightly faster pace. And I was thrilled when, in the last mile, something clicked (no, not my knee) and I suddenly shifted from a slight heel strike to a proper mid-foot strike. This happens occasionally and I still don't know what I do to make it happen. What I do know, however, is that I also suddenly felt like I was running without effort. If only this would happen on race day...
Eight weeks to go.