IT seems that miracles can happen, because yesterday I had a good long run and enjoyed it too.
Usually I spend most of the week dreading my long run. I manage to drag myself out but it’s always hard work and seems to take forever. Yesterday was different. My legs felt fresh and full of running. I breezed out of the house and was amazed at how good I felt.
On a normal day, I get half a mile down the road, before my legs feel heavy and I start feeling tired, but yesterday that feeling never came. I floated past my usual fatigue spot, and on I went. I kept thinking that I’d not be able to sustain my pace, and I’d do what I could before I got too tired and then I’d crawl home. But not once did I feel tired.
My pace was around 7.40, which is a long-run record for me (it’s usually 8.30 a mile). I even got quicker, completing ten miles in one hour 18 minutes.
On any other Sunday, I’ll stagger home, open the door and tell Chris how awful I feel and how much I hate running. Yesterday when I got home, I just felt confused about why I’d run so well.
‘I can’t believe it,’ I said. ‘I’ve had a good run.’
‘Never?’ Chris said.
‘Really good! Not sure what happened. It’s a miracle.’
‘You were due a good one,’ Chris said.
I wondered why my run had gone so well. There were two changes to my normal routine. Firstly, Continue reading →
EVERY year in June my club takes part in the Barnsley Boundary relay race. This is a 72 mile(ish) race of ten legs in beautiful countryside around the Barnsley boundary.
It’s a fantastic event. We love taking part. This year Chris is running leg nine, a ten and a half mile run from Winscar reservoir to Upper Denby. He’s already done one recce, but thought it best to do another to reduce the chances of getting lost on race day.
‘I’ll recce it with you.’ Winscar to Upper Denby is a popular leg. I was actually looking forward to running it.
AFTER burning out during a 10k race on Wednesday, I decided to focus on rest and recovery. I took not one, not two but three days off from training.
Three days! This has never happened. I thought I would be desperate to get my trainers on and go for a run, but I wasn’t. I was so tired that I struggled just to go about my days. Every part of my body ached. I had no energy. I didn’t feel right at all. Running was the last thing on my mind.
On Friday I had a sports massage, which always helps my tight muscles, but can also be quite draining. I thought that by Saturday I would be back running. Saturday arrived and I felt Continue reading →
IN all my years of running, I’ve never felt afraid to run off-road on my own. That changed on Sunday.
I was coming up to two miles on my favourite route on the Trans Pennine Trail, heading to Newmillerdam, when I noticed a man under Old Royston Bridge. It’s not unusual to see men on the TPT. They’re normally running, cycling or walking. This man was different. He wasn’t doing any of those things. This man was loitering. He also appeared to be talking to a bush.
I did a quick check to see if he’d got a dog with him. Talking to a dog would be acceptable, but a bush, well, that had me worried.