There's be no update for a couple of weeks. Sorry about that, but there has been a good reason, there's been no running to report! I've had almost two weeks without running which has meant the panic has set in well. But back to the beginning...
After my last update, Katy and I did another stonking run on Friday lunchtime, clocking up just over 6 miles in just under 60 mins. We were both chuffed and I felt like I had ran well and could feel the improvement. (I should have known better). The next morning I set out on my planned 12 mile route. After a couple of miles my left toe started to ache a bit, so I tried stretching it out (have you ever tried to stretch a toe? Its hard!). I carried on but the pain worsened and by 4 miles I was down to hobbling. I tried walking for a bit, but in the end gave up and called hubby to come and rescue me! He hurried out to get me (baby girl was still in her slippers!) and I gratefully went home. Over the weekend I tried ice and rest, but it was still aching a bit on Monday. So I got an appointment with a physio Jo Murphy and she pointed out that with my feet running in men's shoes was a disaster waiting to happen! (inevitable though, as no ladies shoes to fit my big feet) One set of funky insoles later and I was ready to be back on the road. Because of the toe, I just did an easy 25 mins on the Wednesday, rather than attending my usual efforts session, but this was fine and I felt that I would be back on track in no time....
I was away on Friday at a conference, so no running. However even if I hadn't been away I'm not sure running would have been on the agenda as I started to feel really rotten. And I mean really rotten. Rather than heading out for 12 miles on Saturday I spent almost the entire weekend in bed. Oh the joys of a young child in nursery. This feeling of rottenness did not really go away till the following Friday, I was certainly not up to anything more strenuous that making a cuppa until then! I did manage to get out for about 20 mins on Friday and felt ok for it, although couldn't have managed much more.
On Sunday, however, I did manage to drag myself out and round 13 miles. It was certainly not the best run ever, I was really really slow and my legs felt like lead afterwards. But I felt mentally better for having done that mileage, because the loss of training at this point has been getting to me.
That's the thing here. I miss the running because it makes me feel good, if I'm feeling down there is nothing like a good run to make things feel better. But at this point, with the marathon less than six, yes six weeks away, the loss of two of my long runs really mattered. Instead of being up to 16 miles, I had run no further than 10. That is a big difference when you are only six weeks away from running 26 miles (did I mention it is only six weeks away). So although it was a real effort I am glad I managed to up my mileage a bit. I'm supposed to be running a half marathon next week, but I am undecided as to whether I should or if I would be better off upping my miles for another week. That's my dilemma for this week.
Other things to note. I managed to get out to circuits today, which was a good thing and my legs don't ache too much. It's a good job hubby isn't running the marathon, as this week he is more ill than I was (so no hope of rescue this week then). The fundraising is going well, thanks to everyone who has sponsored me so far (and if you haven't and you would like to there is still time!) and I'm having a tea and cake afternoon in a couple of weeks to raise a bit more. I say really a lot. Oh and the marathon, that is less than six weeks away!!
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