Day 85–Making The Most Of The Blue Sky

With full blown coverage of the Australian GP starting early tomorrow morning, I’d little intention of running in the evening. Some impromptu middle of the night work from Melbourne meant a little longer than planned spent in bed, once I’d finally got back to sleep. All in all I must have had around six and a half hours of sleep, split into chunks. How would that treat the legs, which had run 24 miles on the Monday?

With the sun shining, I decided to go for an easy paced extended recovery run, making up for the lack of blue sky running on the Sunday. The first mile was the slowest, but straight away the legs felt better than at any point on yesterday’s run. The cough and cold is still in the system, but a lot less so than yesterday. After three miles or so I was easily bouncing along, feeling I could’ve gone plenty quicker should I wanted or needed to.

Through Harlaxton and up the appropriately named Swine Hill, it was probably the easiest I’d ever felt tackling this pretty steep climb, a feeling justified with a check on the Strava segments, which showed it to be my fastest ascent, and just a little way behind the newly crowned king of this mountain.

Once past the hill, the run pleasingly winds, mostly gently downhill, all the way back to Grantham, through Sproxton and towards Little Ponton. In spite of running into a headwind, the mile splits were comfortably under seven minutes. Into Grantham and along the river path back to home, the pace remained much the same and continued to feel very comfortable. The body was certainly enjoying the sunshine, although the left hip did start to grumble in the final couple of miles.

With night shifts awaiting, who knows how I’ll wing the rest of the week in terms of running. It will likely be a heavy dose of hazy minded easy paced running, with hopefully one quick session thrown in if I am lucky.

Day 47–Blowin’ In The Wind

I was meant to be out of the door and running by 7:30 but when the alarm went off at 7am it was swiftly turned off and I was back under the covers – it was cold out there! And I was tired. Really tired.

I finally got out at 11am. I had been up for several hours mind you, just the first opportunity to run with the littlest one having a sleep and the other one watching CBeebies on the tablet whilst mum worked – I pointed out to her how implausible this would have been when I was a child, but it didn’t appear to register.

The run was a perfunctory affair – at least the skies were blue even if the cold stiff wind battered me at times to the point of literally being blown off course. It felt like I was eight minute miling for the eight or so mile I ran, it was pleasing therefore to see I was actually knocking out low seven minute miles.

Apart from the legs feeling a little lifeless and suggesting they needed a day’s rest (planned now for Monday) there was little sinister save for the right groin nagging away again. This seems to come and go as it pleases – hard to determine exactly where the issue is. All the while it doesn’t actually slow me I won’t fuss too much over it, but I know these things can change quickly.