Tired, but cracked on and did it. Got faster towards the end. Starting to get a bit dark across Beckenham Place Park.
8km 48mins
Thursday, 29 September 2011
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Tired Run Home from Lewisham
Though I had only done 10 intervals they must have been quality as I felt exhausted on the run home. Still I kept going. A slight pain in the hip reminiscent of the end of the Brighton Marathon, and then, much as most pains in my body recently it vanished.
Very humid for the end of September so I was a sweaty mess once more.
8km 46 minutes
Very humid for the end of September so I was a sweaty mess once more.
8km 46 minutes
Intervals
Back to Speed High Walk in the Barbican for some intervals. 10 intervals of one minute fast, one minute recovery. Was definitely faster than last time
It''s humid, and even after the shower I am still sweating. The guy in the sandwich shop says
"Gym?"
"Running" I say
Not sure if it was the intervals, the humid day or the shower needed to be a cold one, but the sweaty look at work is not so good.
It''s humid, and even after the shower I am still sweating. The guy in the sandwich shop says
"Gym?"
"Running" I say
Not sure if it was the intervals, the humid day or the shower needed to be a cold one, but the sweaty look at work is not so good.
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Measured run home from Lewisham
Measured in pace and measured in the fact I remembered the Garmin. Once again the leg was sore but I don't think the running was making it worse.
Despite sun down at 6:50pm, as I run across Beckenham Place Park and through the woods at 7:00pm it is still easily light enough.
At home the distance is....7.88km. I can add in the short jog to Cannon Street for a nice 8km run.
Need to decide how to refine the route when the darkness comes...
8km 46:13
Despite sun down at 6:50pm, as I run across Beckenham Place Park and through the woods at 7:00pm it is still easily light enough.
At home the distance is....7.88km. I can add in the short jog to Cannon Street for a nice 8km run.
Need to decide how to refine the route when the darkness comes...
8km 46:13
Lunchtime Blackfriars
My wife is lending her bike to a friend. So I gave it a service. And it was while taking it for a test drive and trying to bunny-hop it my foot slipped of the pedal and the steel pedal embedded itself in my leg.
So I haven't been running the last couple of days. I was going to run home from Lewisham but the heavens really opened up with rain. Today, however I decide to man-up and go for a run at lunch.
I run down across Blackfriars Bridge and on through South London. After 15 minutes I turn and head back. With a couple of days rest it feels pretty easy. The leg is sore but I don't think running is irritating it.
5km 27:17
So I haven't been running the last couple of days. I was going to run home from Lewisham but the heavens really opened up with rain. Today, however I decide to man-up and go for a run at lunch.
I run down across Blackfriars Bridge and on through South London. After 15 minutes I turn and head back. With a couple of days rest it feels pretty easy. The leg is sore but I don't think running is irritating it.
5km 27:17
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Almost Run Home PB
Friday at work and you can always slope off a bit early. I start of at 5:30pm hoping to run the whole way home and get back for 7:00pm. But I'm struggling. The body is all grumbly. But, after listening to the Marathon Talk Podcast by Prof. Ian Noakes about how we don't push ourselves hard enough, I push, and push.
I get caught at a couple of road junctions but keep going. My body is screaming pain and suffering. But I don't believe it. So I push on, and on, and on.
At Catford Station, I see a woman start to cross the road. She goes all wobbly and crashes to the floor. Everyone around rushes to help. So I look to see what I can do. A car is about to turn right and run everyone over. So I stop the traffic with an out stretched palm. The twat driving the bus toots his horn. But I ignore him. The patient is moved to the pavement. I look at the situation and it is in hand, so I resume the push.
Towards the end I get faster. I believe I am built for distance. Some may say Bloody Mindiness.
As I get home I look at the watch: 27:44. I think it is a PB, despite stopping to marshal traffic. As I sit down to write this blog, I realise I have run 27:14, but it was a fantastic effort. The desire to wimp out and ease off, firmly rejected.
Now all that is needed is a couple of long slow runs and the Beachy Head Marathon could be quite tidy.
1:27:44 18km
I get caught at a couple of road junctions but keep going. My body is screaming pain and suffering. But I don't believe it. So I push on, and on, and on.
At Catford Station, I see a woman start to cross the road. She goes all wobbly and crashes to the floor. Everyone around rushes to help. So I look to see what I can do. A car is about to turn right and run everyone over. So I stop the traffic with an out stretched palm. The twat driving the bus toots his horn. But I ignore him. The patient is moved to the pavement. I look at the situation and it is in hand, so I resume the push.
Towards the end I get faster. I believe I am built for distance. Some may say Bloody Mindiness.
As I get home I look at the watch: 27:44. I think it is a PB, despite stopping to marshal traffic. As I sit down to write this blog, I realise I have run 27:14, but it was a fantastic effort. The desire to wimp out and ease off, firmly rejected.
Now all that is needed is a couple of long slow runs and the Beachy Head Marathon could be quite tidy.
1:27:44 18km
Thursday, 22 September 2011
Pushing the pace on the way back
Usual fayre. Train to Lewisham, run back from there across Beckenham Place Park.
It starts to get dark, mainly because of black rain clouds and partly because of the evenings starting to close in. Fortunately the rain never got going. Unlike me. I feel like give it a good bit of welly and zoom along. At Beckenham Place Park I am tempted to take my shoes off for a bit of barefoot-action, but I resist.
Map-my-run on the IPhone let me down again and still no accurate distance measure. Maybe I need to take the Garmin.
7km 42mins
It starts to get dark, mainly because of black rain clouds and partly because of the evenings starting to close in. Fortunately the rain never got going. Unlike me. I feel like give it a good bit of welly and zoom along. At Beckenham Place Park I am tempted to take my shoes off for a bit of barefoot-action, but I resist.
Map-my-run on the IPhone let me down again and still no accurate distance measure. Maybe I need to take the Garmin.
7km 42mins
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