Day 14 – Sunday.
No run. Just a mental drive down the A9 in snow and a very twisty detour to avoid a jacknifed lorry. Mercifully, missed the lorry but did have to contend with two very green looking rugrats due to the alternative route.
Spent last night at a very enjoyable social event celebrating a friend’s birthday. Met up with R, a very old friend and runner, properly super-fit elite athlete type. The fittest person I know and probably the fittest person in the world. I confided that I had serious doubts about my ability to complete the race or even the training given that V has 8 years and at least 2 stone on me. But he assures me, when pushed, we will be able to achieve it. He goes as far as saying that if he challenged me right now to run a half marathon, I’d be able to do it. It is not outwith the realms of possibility that he is serious. I laugh nervously as I’ve had a skinful and am wearing 6 inch heels. I resolve to move seats at the earliest opportunity, just in case.
We talked more about running and I got lots of fantastic advice on pacing, training, gels, stopping at drinking stations and all sorts of other great titbits from an expert. It’s a crying shame we were both so inebriated that neither of us remembers a word of it.
Day 15 Monday.
Quick afternoon run between school drop off and pick ups. Managed 4 miles or so in 45 minutes. Not breaking any records but not too shabby. My phone lost GPS signal after only 10 minutes so I may be exaggerating the mileage.
I am exaggerating the mileage.
Still running solo as both V and I have husbands who regularly ditch us in favour of swanky nights out in stylish restaurants in the big smoke “with clients”.
No runs again as house/work bound. Thought about going on the exercise bike in the garage and then slapped myself soundly around the head. It’s freezing out there and I would have missed “The Taste”.
Day 18 Thursday.
Rugrat No 2 is at a class so I have one hour. Managed a decent paced 5km despite the freezing temperatures. Added in a bit of tempo by going flat out for the last 750m. I think if done correctly, tempo running should involve spurts of speed and then more measured running, rather than the ‘hell for leather to collapse’ route I went down.
Finished up back at the village hall coughing up a lung and causing quite a stir amongst the Ladies Over 50’s Badminton Club. I retire to the car in shame before one of them offers to call an ambulance.
Day 19 Friday.
Stormy day. Do the same route as yesterday but it feels 10 times harder. Much more windy so I not only struggle to keep going, but also to stay upright. Utterly exhausting. I found my calves really tight and sore and the whole thing was quite frankly, the least enjoyable part of my day. However, N is working from home which means that G&T time arrives early. Every cloud.
Day 20 Saturday.
V is a slave to the independent school sector and is working today. We’ve switched our rest day and will run tomorrow. We’ve decided on a local 10k route and N has promised to drop us off at the start point at the other side of the loch. V insists we have him on speed dial in case of her likely cardiac arrest . He isn’t a doctor, he’s an engineer, so exactly what use she expects him to be is unclear.
As I write, the hills in the distance are covered in dense low cloud and the rain is battering off the window. My motivation is dwindling to zero.
It is 4pm, but as there is rugby on and I am running in the morning, now would seem a good time to open some wine. Starting early means I’ll be asleep by 8.30pm and fresh as a daisy in the morning.
Achieving goals: it’s all in the planning.