Monday. Day 63
Despite the fact V has moved house, decorated almost the whole place in 48 hours and started a new job today, we are back in the saddle. You’ll notice I take credit there by saying ‘we’. The reality is I am exhausted after a weekend of nothing more than drinking wine and ambling through the countryside on the way to nice pubs. I am merely tagging along in the wake of her boundless energy.
Just a short training run. We are, as a rule, hitting the duration according to the schedule but I’m pretty sure we should be going faster. A woman passes us at a pretty steady sprint and we stare at each other in horror. The reality of actually coming in last is now never far from my mind.
Wednesday. Day 65
Another short burst per the schedule. Feels really good tonight despite a powerful headwind. We had aimed for 30 minutes but extended for another 10 minutes for so and get back home in pretty good shape, having completed 6.5k in just under 40 minutes. We’re feeling good.
Thursday. Day 66
Had planned to do the usual run with G while rugrat number 2 is being sporty but she is working and the weather is horrendous. Instead, we have the rugrats’ chums over to play. Should have done the run, would have been less exhausting.
Friday. Day 67
Have worked out a new route based on the ‘hill at mile 10’ which is whispered in hushed tones every time we mention to anyone that we are doing this run. We plan to do it backwards – let’s make it easy on ourselves – and join up with the lochside trail afterwards which will eventually dump us at home after about 16k or so. The first 3 or 4 miles are on the road which will be good practice as we don’t do too much on that surface and it’ll be good to see how the knees cope. I download a map and check the mileage, while drinking wine and eating crisps. Planning really is the most fun part.
Saturday. Day 67
Best laid plans. V has to be in Glasgow at lunchtime so we need to be able to shorten the route for her to peel off after 10k. The new ‘hill at mile 10’ route doesn’t allow for this so we decide on old faithful. There is a small hill in there so it’s not like we’re copping out completely.
I am all set to carry on and do the full 16k as we’re making great progress and I am really enjoying the run today. At 10k, V takes off and my positive outlook is immediately replaced by negative thoughts, aching legs and sore feet. It is astonishing how quickly a positive mental attitude can dissolve when one is left to one’s own thoughts. I have a painful blister on the instep of my right foot which is not helping and I manage another 3k before taking a short cut home feeling a little bit ashamed.
So, ‘The Hill at Mile Ten’ route is shelved until next week. Or, as V is away and I have family visiting, the week after. Although we are away on holiday that week, so possibly the week after that. But that’s rugrat number 2’s birthday weekend.
So maybe the week after……or perhaps we’ll just face it with grim determination on race day…….