My first decision was what to do about 'triple Tuesday'. Tuesdays track session had been called off 48 hours in advance, giving me a chance to make different arrangements.
I decided to fragment the Tuesday sessions. Running the Tuesday morning session on the Monday afternoon, after I'd finished work, seemed like a fairly sensible decision, so, after smiling sweetly and saying "pleeeaaase" whilst batting my eyelashes at the staff in Keynsham Leisure Centre, I dirtied myself and ran 10K on a tread mill. BORING. It was hideous - just going through the motions of running whilst not actually going anywhere, trapped in an air-conditioned room, being force-fed banal repetitious 'music' whilst watching a television showing the BBC News coverage of Barack Obama being sworn in for his term of office, which was being subtitled by somebody who, judging by what I was seeing on-screen, was a blind dyslexic wearing boxing gloves... When I finished I got off the mental torture device and headed for the door of the gym, whereby I promptly walked into the end of a rowing machine and cut open my shin. It was like a scene from Miranda. (The only time when treadmills are cool is when there are 4 blokes, 8 machines, & a backing track.) One thing that I did notice, whilst I was washing the blood from my shin, was that, as a result of Sundays run in the snow & ice one of my toes was swelling up around the nail and it was a deep shade of red...
Tunnel Vision |
I had informed fellow runners, via Facebook, exactly what my intentions were for the evening, and what sessions I was planning on doing, in case any other mad fools wished to join me. Unfortunately all my plans quickly fell apart when some emergency overtime was pushed in my direction at work. Knowing that in all probability I would be looking at an 8pm start, with no idea what time I would be finishing, I took the only course of action possible - I drove home, got changed, and went straight out for a quick 5.5 mile run. In the bloody snow again...
Finishing time was 5:30am. Yes, the time of day at which I normally get up for work... I fell into bed and didn't open my eyes for the next four hours. When I did, I put some running kit together, grabbed a coffee and headed back to the office. Once there however I didn't go straight back to work. Oh no, no immediate return to the grindstone for me, no; I knew that I'd be in no fit state to train in the evening, so I did the only thing that I could do under the circumstances - put in a 12 mile run at an average of 7:08/mi THEN went back into work. I was right though, by 9pm I was barely able to remember my own name...
After a good nights
Ivor the asthmatic steam engine |
Saturday mornings early morning 5.5 mile run was pretty mundane, although I did notice that my swollen toe was throbbing. Worried that I may break part of the nail off during the following days race I decided to trim it back with a pair of scissors. As I made the first cut I realised why the toe was swollen - under the toe resided a big blister. And my scissor wielding antics opened the blister up in a spectacular fashion. It wasn't a pretty sight... A good, wash, clean, and a spot of Vaseline ensured that I could continue without any further bother.
Sunday saw a change in weather. No more snow, but a howling gale and the chance of rain. Great. I had to go to Lliswerry, in Newport, South Wales, for a very flat 8 mile race. Race HQ was at the Newport AC Athletics Stadium so, after tweaking a groin muscle simply getting out of the car (yeah, I know) and picking up my race number & timing chip, I was able to get changed and put in 8 laps (two miles) of the track as a pre-race warm-up. My PB for 8 miles stood at 52:14 so I know that in order to get a new PB I would have to run each mile slightly faster than 6:30/mi pace. Stay in front of that time and I would be laughing. So, me being me, I set my sights firmly upon 6:15/mi.
Headwind, here I come |
The race started and, as ever, I went off far too fast. Noticing that I had logged the first mile at 5:50/mi pace I consciously backed off a little in order to slow down. The second mile was logged at 5:54/mi. (Dammit) Mile three was recorded in 6:02/mi. (Oh, for F**ks sake). Then something happened that made me slow down - 2.5 miles of head-wind. Now, this was no ordinary head-wind, this was as if a big bloke had put his hand on my forehead and defied me to run forwards... I ran hard into the wind, recording my 4th mile in 6:07, (What the..?) but working that hard into the wind had the effect of just exhausting me as proven when the 5th mile took me 6:27 just to get through it. The other problem that I was having to deal with was the fact that I was running on my own. When you run with one or more other people you are able to work with them, taking turns to block each other from the head or side wind. On your own, as I was, all you are able to do is work hard and try not to burn yourself out... Eventually I caught up with somebody and, although I wasn't able to overtake him, I was able to tuck in behind and use him to try and block out some of the wind. Two more miles passed, 6:19 & 6:14 respectively, until we passed the 7 mile marker. At this point I came up to the other guys shoulder and put in a determined spurt. Figuring that a healthy new PB was on the cards I was determined to try to get it as low as possible. The other runner eventually came back and overtook me again with about 50metres to go but we both made each other work hard for that final mile, one that I completed in 5:46, to cross the line in 48:42 for 41st place, 8th in my age group, and first home for the club. My average pace was 6:05/mi. In comparison, the winner, Philip Matthews of Swansea Harriers, finished in 40:49 - that's an average pace of 5:06 per mile!!!
Whilst putting in a 3 mile 'warm-down', which consisted of a jog back to the race HQ and then 10 laps of the athletics track, I noticed my toe was throbbing again. When I got changed later I discovered that my toe had 'leaked' and I was, in fact, stuck to my sock. Urrgh! I really don't think that I will be keeping that nail much longer...
With next week looking both chaotic and a logistical nightmare - the weekly mileage rises sharply, the weather is taking a turn for the wet & windy, and I'm back on call all week - the only thing I am looking forward to is to sleep. Thankfully, I have the unwavering support of MrsC to back me up; a favour that I am only too glad to return whenever I get the chance...
Weekly totals:
Run miles: 58.15Swim lengths/metres: 130/3250m
Sit-ups: 640
Press-ups: 328
Half a nail that's not long for this world. |
Good Monday morning reading Pete on my bus journey to work. Not so sure about the toe photo (photoe lol) so soon after breakfast. Well done on the PB!
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