No surprises that my planned 11 mile run wasn’t done.
The 10-miler last Monday took more out of me than I thought. Even by Thursday the hammies were tight playing tennis, so I’ve had a chat to myself and have concluded that I was being too ambitious in thinking I could run 11 and then 12 miles in the two weekends leading up to the Connemara half.
That, coupled with a mad Saturday which culminated in me being barman for 6 hours at a wedding reception and not getting to bed until 02.30 (03.30 as we also lost an hour somewhere), meant that by Sunday morning I was still knackered.
Pleased to report a run did happen yesterday though. 6 miles along the Worth Way. Frankly, due to the excesses of Saturday I struggled in the latter stages of this, but using some warped logic that you benefit most when it hurts, I was pleased with the outing.
So, revised schedule is an 11 or 12 mile run later this week, thereby giving myself a full 9 days to recover, with maybe a shorter treadmill plod on the Wednesday before we go.
Sorted.
Cancel (the) Connemara Kop-out
