NOW that the mid-week races have finished, normal training has resumed.
We’ve raced every Wednesday for six out of seven weeks, which has been great, but has also meant that training has been interrupted. Last week was fantastic because I could run without having to think about racing at all. It made me realise how much I’ve missed training.
I had a few days rest and recovery after the Askern 10k, then got back into training. My focus has now turned to the Florence Marathon in November, which I’m really excited about. The road to Florence started last week.
Monday: Chris and I ran to Newmillerdam on the trail, which would have been wonderful had it not started raining. I’m not talking a light drizzle; it was more a torrential downpour! We did seven miles and got completely soaked.
Tuesday: Thankfully, it had stopped raining. Chris, David Hanks and I did what I will call a slight incline/hill session, clocking up nine and a half miles over six reps. A long session, but it was such a good feeling when we’d finished.
Wednesday: I was coaching on Wednesday, so ran five miles with a client in beautiful Roundhay Park, Leeds.
Thursday: My friend David Lee is training to be a coach in running fitness. On Thursday he’s offering some coached sessions to members of our club. This week was a speed session in Locke Park. We joined the group to do some reps. I’m not sure of the actual distance but basically we ran from the corner to the bin and back again. It was wet and slippery underfoot, so I really struggled to get any grip for any sort of pace. That didn’t matter though. It was nice to be part of the group. Everyone is always so supportive. When one of the girls sat down mid-session saying she couldn’t do it, another lady picked her up, told her she could and ran with her. The camaraderie is always amazing.
Friday: The Thursday bin session finished us off, so Chris and I had a date night run to Newmillerdam. The pace was slow and, despite having a large slice of chocolate cake on Friday afternoon, I was lacking a bit of energy. I took a day off on Saturday.
Sunday: We did an eventful fourteen miles, climbing 1600 feet in the wilderness that is leg nine of the Barnsley boundary (blog post to follow).
All in all, it was a good week of uninterrupted training. Florence here I come!