It took until Wednesday or Thursday to lift that extra weight from the leg muscles, until then I felt like I was carrying something round with me. That 17 mile long run from last Sunday will stay in my memory for quite some time to come, that's for sure; it knocked me right out of my stride. By now I'm definitely feeling better and running is starting to feel like fun again, but I'm trying to keep the pace to the same easy effort.
The one exception (there's always one, I know) was this morning. I'm not sure if it happened because I went out a bit later than usual or because I had been watching the Berlin marathon beforehand and some of Wilson Kipsang's magic had gotten to me, but even though I could have sworn I was still running at the same effort level I was going 15 seconds per mile faster. Saturday's very short run might have had something to do with it as well, I only had time for 5 miles because Niamh was once more galavanting at the other side of Ireland leaving me home alone with a gaggle of kids to mind and babysitters were hard to come by (and I'm definitely the only person I know who gets babysitters to go running rather than
This was a very easy week, with more of the same to come, and yet this is exactly what I need to get ready for a much longer race. Running is a funny thing.
- 27 Sep
- 8 miles, 1:03:52, 7:59 pace, HR 135
- 28 Sep
- 5+ miles, 40:21, 8:01 pace, HR 133
- 29 Sep
- 10 miles, 1:17:32, 7:45 pace, HR 146
Weekly Mileage: 57