Another disrupted week with illness reducing my two best runs to just 15 minutes and would you believe, a miserable 2 minutes. However, after a huge night sweat two nights ago which felt like trying to sleep in a damp sponge and which (unsurprisingly) disgusted Mrs MLCM, I awoke feeling ... if not exactly recovered, at least
better. So after faffing about for an hour or so I jumped on the treadmill with not a little trepidation and set off to see how I fared.
At this point, with only two weeks to the half marathon I was feeling somewhat apprehensive, with injury and illness doing their best to interrupt my training schedule and scuttle my attempt to run sub-2. And just as I had gotten over the annoying and potentially disastrous shin splints, along came this mystery illness that made running pretty much impossible.
The nice thing about the treadmill is that I can of course control things very carefully, and so I set off at a slow, comfortable pace and decided to do a bit of a tempo run - just slowly adding speed until it became difficult and then easing back just a bit. Well my hearties, it all went exceedingly well, and after an initially difficult first few minutes I was back to my old self and completed a respectable 15 kilometres in 93 minutes, with the last half hour pretty close to race pace, so I was happy with that.
All in all, I seem to be doing OK, and despite the interruptions, the prospect of a sub-2 half mara is still very much alive.
11 days to go to find out.
September 2011 - The Fear Begins.
