I've often said that the sweat of honest toil doesn't stink, but after three debauched days of too much booze, pizza and other assorted rich, fatty foods, no matter how honest my toil may have been, I still finished today's run reeking of the previous days toxic intakes.
Yes, today was a day of reckoning, marking - as it did - the day I got back into 50km training weeks and re-established my half-mara readiness. The idea was to wake at 7 and get into it. Plan B was to wake at 8 and
really get into it. Plan C was to get up at 9 and think about it some. Plan C it was.
A morning run was then out of the question as I had promised Mrs MLCM that I'd fix her very sick computer, a job I estimated would take the best part of the day, which is indeed what happened.
By 5 p.m. it was looking decidedly grey and miserable and with too much traffic on the streets to really contemplate hitting the tarmac, but I
had to do something so I gritted my teeth and hopped on the treadmill for what I hoped would be a leisurely 16.
Well, as often happens with these late afternoon reluctant runs, once underway it all went rather well. And as I was contemplating how I was going to squeeze in 50km this week it dawned on me that my planning thus far was going to leave me well short. I have a 16km planned with son Chris on Wednesday, and the only other opportunity for a run is to squeeze in one of my early 10km highway runs before work on Friday. That's fine but would leave me well short of 50km for the week.
Nothing for it but to press on beyond 16km this evening, which is what I did. In the end I trotted out 24.5km - my longest run in nearly 7 weeks and fourth longest of the year. It was all done at a very modest pace but at least I know I can still run a half.
Only other run to report from recent days was a reasonable 10km four days back. From here on however, it's serious training until the half mara on May 19th. After that - well, we'll get to that later.
19th Apr: 10.0km 1:04:31
23rd Apr: 24.5km 2:39:00
YTD: 554.1km
Stable April
