It had to happen. After 13 exemplary weeks, along comes Christmas. In terms of training and healthy eating, a very bad week to report. Six days of alcohol and fine dining. And not so fine dining: pizza, curry, ice cream, cheese, chocolate… the old enemies have breached the defences. And later today, we’re off to a wedding reception, so there is no immediate sign of rescue from all this pleasure.
The mouldy icing on this bad news cake is that I’ve done no running and no exercise whatever, unless walking to the pub can somehow be counted as a positive.
I could more easily write off this aberration if my race and weight targets were all in March and April, but of course I have my loudly fanfared 10K on New Year’s Day which is/was to be a serious PB attempt. There is still time to prepare for that, though clawing back the 6 pounds I’ve added in the last week wasn’t a task I’d scheduled, and I may have dug too big a hole for myself to climb out of, especially as I still have Christmas week to come, which may well see that hole get deeper yet.
Anyway, this brief confessional makes me feel better. My big target remains a sub-2 hour half marathon at Reading in April, but I do need that 10K PB to keep the momentum cranked up. Worst case scenario may be that I have to wait a bit longer for it, though the couple of 10Ks I have earmarked for later in January and February are both hilly, and hardly PB courses. I may have to look for another candidate.
I’ll get through this weekend before taking a closer look at the damage. Will have to hope there’s something miraculous available in the first aid kit.
