I was so excited after the Inverness HM. I finished in 2:15, two minutes faster than my Aviemore HM time on a course that was hillier and in weather that was appalling. But I felt good throughout and even finished ahead of the guy in the Spam costume. I kept to my plan, which meant that for the first half-mile I was once again the last person in the race but which also meant that I had enough left in the tank to up my pace for the last four miles and to sprint (it's all relative) across the finish line. I was very pleased with how it went and allowed myself to think optimistically about how it might go in London.
But then, it all started to go ever so slightly wrong.
|This is not me. But it could have been.|
Today, I was meant to run 6 miles. I managed 3, and seriously thought about coming back home again after 30 seconds. My ankle hurt. My achilles tendon hurt. My calf hurt. And my hip hurt. I was expecting tired legs, but not pain. I stopped to stretch a lot and, by the time I got to 3 miles, things had loosened up but my head was not happy. I thought that if I continued on, I'd tear something (but really I just wanted to stop) so I gave up and went home.
|Not quite what Adam had in mind.|
More importantly, Adam pointed out that at this stage of training it's common to feel tired and sore and weary of running, and that tired and sore don't automatically mean injury and weary doesn't necessarily mean give it all up. He also said that, while my pains are real, my thoughts could be contributing to them (e.g. because I'm anticipating injury, I'm tensing my muscles in preparation for something happening which then makes my muscles hurt, and I then think I'm injured etc etc etc).
Time to take a deep breath and regroup. Thirty-one days to go.