A 16.38 Mile Long Slow Distance Run To End A Week Of Personal Bests.
It was a beautiful day outside.
My legs were feeling strong from the off and the hardest bit as always was trying to keep to an easy pace on my long run.
My biggest problem with the long run in the past has been giving into the temptation to bolt at the start. It always leads to pain at the end.
Since the weather was great for the first time in a while, lots of people were out too. With their little dogs.
They didn’t give me any bother. The only trouble I had was along the coastal path when I was running behind a fellow who was jogging with his dog. The owner would burst ahead of and it would just sniff around behind him and then sprint onwards to catch up with him.
This game went on for a half a mile before I caught up with a dog.
For the next half a mile I was between both the dog and the runner. The animal came up to me a few times to give me a sniff and a “you smell wrong!” before scarpering onwards.
All of the fun and games ended when another hound came into the fray and the owner put it back on the lead. I burst ahead of both of them screaming “see you later, motherfuckers!” internally.
I can’t honestly say that anything else of interest happened on the run. As per usual, I was very edgy in Sailortown. I’m paranoid that I’m gonna run into a fat Sailor daddy with a foul mind and plans involving my bottom.
I could do without this. I don’t want to run fartlek intervals with a cloud of cotton wool up there to mend my broken hole.
Feeling like I could have ran further.
I finished the run on 16.38 miles and I’m slightly annoyed with myself knowing that I could maybe have went further.
I hate this feeling.
I hate knowing that maybe I could have went on for another half mile.
That’s why I try to remember the disappointment that I’ll feel if I don’t go that extra 0.25 mile. It’s better to feel a little tired after your run than it is to regret a disappointing run.
I can recover more quickly from exhaustion than the nagging feeling that I’ve let myself down.
That tends to stay around for a lot longer.
It’s been an amazing week, regardless.
This has been a breakthrough week in terms of pace and distance.
I managed 44.56 miles over 4 runs. I’ve ran 35 miles in 3 consecutive days.
In the 2 days preceding the long run, I did speed work sessions and set a personal best over the 10 mile distance and 9 miles distance.
The fact that I came out of the long run at all without hurting myself is something I take heart from, especially when I made the mistake of doing more Fartlek bursts yesterday afternoon.
I completed the run at an average 10:18 minute/mile which is back on target for my 4 hour 30 minute finish in Paris.
I have no reason to be disappointed with myself.
A fartlek too far?
I kinda feel foolish for making the same mistake as I did last week before Brighton and running too fast and too far on Saturday.
But at least it shows that I am trying something new.
I’ve learned that running 9 miles on Saturday is too much. If I could reduce that to 7 in future and instead add extra distance in the mid week runs, then I’d be able to finish long runs stronger.
That’s exactly what I’m gonna do next week.
My problem in the past was that I was scared to do anything wrong in the run in case it ended up hurting.
And no, I’m not talking about making myself the bitch of Sailortown.
I’ve been running in the same way for 18 months whilst expecting different/better results.
I can only improve by trying these things out for myself and adapting. I’ve gotta be brave and keep on pushing ahead.
It’s made that much easier by knowing that I cannot let you all down now.