Why is relaxation so tiring?
I pondered this imponderable as as I lounged in the jacuzzi yesterday at
Rohill Grange. We’d been staying there for a wedding and it was Sunday morning. Claire was off having some weird sort of massage involving lots of incense and hot oils as only women do, whilst I was surrounded by numerous WAG’s in the ever-so-slightly pretentiously named Utopia Spa.
My plan was to run in excess of 7.5 miles that afternoon, but by the time we’d returned to reality I was absolutely knackered.
Mindful of the weekend long run opportunities before Connemara I had to get out tonight, so I did.
Must admit I was quite disappointed with the reality check that was Sweder’s garmin in my last long run. I’d been running for time (rather than distance) and the blunt truth was that in a 1 ½ hour run last time I only covered 7.5 miles. Time to resort to plan B.
Parking at my trusted spot, exactly a mile from Splash Point, I ditched the watch and err….seafront plodded. And the result: 10 miles.
Slow and on concrete and flat, but with no walking, I found out it had taken me 5 minutes shy of 2 hours. No real improvement on speed then, but I did have El G’s comment
(10-02-2010, 05:28 PM)El Gordo Wrote: you need to start getting a few miles banked. At least you've got enough time to build up to 10 miles.
echoing in my ears towards the end.
With the last mile came some discomfort, (calfs and hammys) but no real issues and now, 2 hours later I feel great. Two weekends left to maybe get up to 12, but I’ve broken the back of this run and genuinely believe I have a chance of finishing. Something that I doubted until tonight.
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