Two runs to report and a weigh-in. I'll do the weigh-in first at it was the most mentally disturbing.
After a whole week of running, watching diet etc. I jumped on the Chez MLCMM super-scales that tell you all the usual stuff plus the time and date of your death and what colour you should paint your living room, to find that despite my best efforts I had lost only 200 grams in a week, and had actually
gained body fat.
This was disconcerting. To say the least.
Hmm, I thought.
Hmm. And for good measure,
hmm again. Something was afoot, and it was messing with me.
So I did the only thing a good middle-aged endurance runner could do in the circumstances and amended my training schedule. Clearly
something was wrong and therefore had to change. And so instead of my scheduled intervals session, I strapped myself into the heart-rate monitor and set off for a long (make that
very long) slow, fat-burning plod. Keeping my heart rate within that crucial 60-70% of MHR fat-burning zone I set off for two-and-a-half hours, intent on shifting some blubber before I deal with the speed work.
Some time later I wiped the sweat from my brow, examined myself for signs of chaffing (some, but not too bad), stretched a bit and felt a little better. 23kms had been covered at a slow, manageable, fat-blasting pace. Whether it makes a difference or not remains to be seen, but it's a good amount of distance covered - more than a P2P at least - I just have to add the slopes now. Yep, just a small matter of adding a hill to that distance and I'm set.
The other run was two days earlier, when I included a 6km hill climb in the middle of my 10km mid-week run. It went OK. Not the most scintillating of hill sessions, but it's early days yet. I remain hopeful.
Hope. Now there's a strategy worthy of consideration. The bonus with it is that it lets you sleep in late in the mornings. Oh yes, that would be nice.
10km 1h10m
23km 2h32m
YTD: 743.4km
Track du Jour: The ever reliable...
Man, that was
forty years ago! Gadzooks.
Training's fust in August.
