I’ll be upfront here. No cake this week. I did have a lovely piece of carrot cake earlier today, made even lovelier by the company of Becca, but I failed to take a photo. Must do better!
Enough about cake (or lack thereof). What about the running?
I had a bit of a setback last week, in the form of a cough. Not ideal at the best of times, and especially worrisome when you’re already on a bare minimum training plan. It was oh so tempting to keep training….but I resisted. Because, as a wise rowing coach once said, ‘you’re no good to anyone if you’re injured’.
It was particularly poor timing because last week was supposed to be my second-biggest week in terms of training load, second only to this week. So that’s gone down the pan somewhat. However, the wise old Husb saved the day by pointing out that a 3 week taper was probably excessive for someone running so (comparatively) little. So I’ve allocated next week as another big(ish) week, and then my feet will largely be UP until the big day.
Far too much nitty gritty I know. I will try to be less running bore from now on.
After testing myself out at parkrun on Saturday (Phoenix Park in Runcorn, what an absolute gem), I was almost confident that I could manage 16 miles with Shazruns today. Mostly because she’d run a mahoosive PB at the Dursley Dozen yesterday, so would be suitably tired. And also because it would be flat, albeit muddy.
Spoiler: I made it! 16.5 miles no less. Devon treated us to a wonderful day so, along with the excellent company, the views kept me suitably distracted.
I’m now firmly on the sofa and looking forward to not being able to move until at least Thursday 😉