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Today: Training Sucks

26 Jan

Training sucks

Like really.

Especially when you have never done the thing you are training towards before. I’ll use my half marathon stuff as an example.

I run my long runs on a Sunday. Last week I managed just over 5 miles in just over an hour. I was walking on Air, there wasn’t a parking ticket in the world that could bring me down. I was so elated that I was actually looking forward to running again on Tuesday, as Mondays for me are rest days.

Bring on Tuesday. I head to the gym, stocked with a plan: Running for three songs and walking for one, for an hour and 15 mins in total. 10 mins longer than the constant running I did the Sunday just gone.

But alas, my body had other plans. After 1km my ankles felt like they were strapped between splints. I normally can run through most things, as the first km of anything always sucks. It’s the mental game. You find your rhythm or you never get very far. I just could not find my rhythm. At all!

It got to the mile mark at 1.6km, and I had had enough, I couldn’t even stretch it out. It was clear that I was still suffering from my weekend run, and it left me SO dejected.

I felt like a huge failure, I was doubting whether I could ever run 13.1 miles when after one I was struggling on a treadmill of all things. It was clunky, it wasn’t smooth there was no easy rhythm found.

So I reflected again. Wenesday is a full on rest day, I have time set aside from 7-10 to do the least aerobic exercise I can think of (sitting around.. not doing much) and before that after work I tidy things up and set up for the rest of the week. I was hating myself, I mean, I’ve done more, why couldn’t I do that again?

That’s when it kind of hit me: Training sucks.

That was kind of an acceptance I think, I know it’s going to suck, so how could it get any worse? I Haven’t failed if I make it out the door, I don’t like failing so as long as I make it out the door I’m one step/mile closer than I would have been if I didn’t.

I’m not going to put my body through physical pain, I’m not going to injure myself because that’s worse. Injury sucks as much as training except you’re energised all the time and can’t do anything about it.

Training sucks for 45 – 90 mins a day. And that’s only three times a week.

So tomorrow I will do a steady pace timed run. If I feel good I will do 1:20, if not at least an hour – no matter the intervals. But I will make it out the door, because training only sucks when you’re doing it, and you’re never doing it for very long.

My achievement Saturday was to add an extra 2 miles onto my parkrun distance, my parkrun time sucked. But I finished. 40 mins… Which is actually the pace in aiming for! Just gotta keep this momentum up, especially after a slightly indulgent day off today.

Training can’t get worse than it already is, i mean, you could not be doing anything, right?

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Today: Semi-marathon de Paris

11 Jan

Last year in November I signed up to the half marathon in Paris.

Not one for taking and easy option, really!

Why Paris? Well I’ve been there twice for work, I’ve admired document stir and pictures of the city, I’ve seen horrible stories about Paris and the way that it’s extremely dirty and segregated. So I thought I would see for myself!

Why a half marathon? Once my beginners group ended I’ve been a bit lost for motivation, I didn’t know what to do, and I’ve been really enjoying running and the community, that I thought why not go further?

I did a 10k at the end of November – Movember, in Milton Keynes, and it truly was horrible. Wet, cold, windy, hill swamped two lap course. I was 5th from last and genuinely hated every second of it. Then I finished. I had a friend surprise me as I crossed the rain soaked miserably grey finish line and I could have cried. Crying due a mixture of pain, cold, and joy that I had finished.

My hatred of running was soon over, and I just couldn’t wait to do another. It was like I had identified everything that had gone wrong and I wanted to fix it for the next thing. Thankfully I’d signed up for Paris!

13.1 miles isn’t much further than 6, is it?

Flash forward to the new year and I got struck with the crappy coughing headache, fatigued virus that’s been making the rounds. 3 weeks I’ve been out with it, no running had been done till today!

Only 8/9 weeks till the half marathon.. No biggie?

I know that if I can train up to 10 miles I will finish the race. I mean, the final 3 is just a park run right? And if I can do that final push in 40 mins I will be happy!

Today I managed to run in the gym, 6km running to songs. Two songs running and one song walking, just to ease back in, that took an hour. The advantage to running in the gym is that I got to watch the news whilst running, which just so happened to be on the March through Paris in remembrance and solidarity with Charlie Hebdo, and it was a big motivation.

I have the freedom to run where I want, what would I do if someone tried to take that away? Someone tried to scare me away from it? Much like Boston and the reaction to that terrible attack I would run. I would show defiance and strength in that I was born with the strength to run, the strength to enter these races, to run for a charity, to run for myself.

It was motivating. It kept me going from my ” 20mins little intervals” to a full hour seeing how far I could go.

Now I feel I can say: #JeSuisCharlie

I’m still nervous about running this half, especially as I will probably not have a trailing couple of weeks of distance, and I will have to run at the peak. But I will run, I will go. Why should I let a cough stop me? Why I should I let my worry stand in the way of a truly AWESOME feeling?

I will be spending 4 days in Paris, exploring and taking everything in. And I will not be frightened or intimidated.

I will be a runner.
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