So, again, I was misbehaved last week. Drinking in the sunshine! Two 8ks and that was it.
This week I need to get back on it. Next week, I’m going away on me holidays (Edinburgh and family visiting), there’ll be lots of drink…and very little training, 4 weeks to go till the half marathon 😦
It’s a glorious summer here at the minute. Temps in 70s. To put it mildly IT’S TOO FUCKING HOT TO RUN IN
So, we decided, it’s Gym time, 10k on the treadmill. Although cooler than outside it was still sweltering heat. After 5 long minutes, the clothes were stuck to me and I was actually sweating my hair colour off!
To make things worse, the treadmills overlook the damn pool! Who thinks the ridiculous layouts through? It looked soooooooooo cool in there, and I desperately needed to do this:
I was sooooo slow, I am always slower on the treadmill. How does that work, ain’t it supposed to be easier, constant speed, constant flats? Nope. Bloody well hard, and all I had in my head was:
“we’re on a road to nowhere…”
1) Cover the treadmill display
2) Don’t look at it until 4 songs have played
3) No changing the songs (even if epic musical pieces from ‘The Lord of the Rings’ soundtrack come on).
This worked well, and it was a shame I only thought of it when I was 6k in.
Towards the end, I thought fuck this, just stop, you’re slow, you’re dying, and there’s no point
Then the boss rescued me…
just keep running, just keeping running, running, running, running
(Or indeed, slow jogging)
10k, eventually completed in 79mins…errrrr 10mins slower than my last one! Whoopsie. But feck it, I did it, I have always been slower on the treadmill, always will be, and it was too damn hot to run
Come this half marathon me thinks “I’m fucked”