As I stepped out in shorts and a waterproof running top today I was instantly taken back to cross county at school. Biting wind stinging rain on bare legs etc etc and hating it. Also hating Jock McCabe who used to make us do it . However a significant difference is that today I enjoyed it and after a few minutes forgot all about the wind and rain. A short 45 minute sessions with 3 x 3 minute Z4 heart rate intervals 10 minutes in. It felt like hard work which was good. Jock would be proud of me.
Then later a brick session of 45 mins on the bike followed by a fifteen minute run, the wind was evil but good experience.
What is interesting is how I am feeling about all of this. There is no doubt when I look back at all of the training I have completed I am proud but I have these waves of feeling unfit and slow. That maybe I am not trying hard enough. I am worried about not having an aerobic base and therefore blowing up halfway round. At the other end of the spectrum being so slow that I barely finish in 17 hours. The other concern is the shear volume of training I have yet to do and the effect on my life and my family. I have been lucky so far and managed to meld the two together, but the most crucial time is yet to come, if it is tough at 12 hours, how will I cope at 20 hours? Perhaps my planning ahead has worked so far and maybe I need to look at every week between now and August and set things up.The good news is that the hematoma appears to be deflating, about time too. Finally on the more anatomical front (don’t call me a sado now) following on from the revelation that my left leg is stronger than my right I did a bit of discovery myself with a tape measure and there is quite a difference. My calves thighs and the part just above my knee are substantially unequal in girth, definitely some work to do there. However going round corners is easier.
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