Warning: this is a smug post. Having regained my running enthusiasm last weekend, and posting last Tuesday morning about getting the ‘kicked up the butt I sorely needed’, this week’s training has gone pretty darn well. I’ve been out for five runs in eight days – one a quick 2 miler last Tuesday evening, three runs that were just over 5k – one Friday morning, one Sunday morning and one last night, as well as the biggy – tonight’s 5.2 miles.
On the 5k runs I tried out a couple of new routes. Neither intended to be as long as 5k – I just had a quick look on Google maps & picked a few new roads to run down. Both routes were really enjoyable and proved to myself, three times over, that 5-6k is a pretty easily doable distance for me now without too much pain or sweat.
This week I’ve stuck ridgedly to the training plan that had largely been ignored for the past 6 weeks, which called for a 60 minute run this evening, and I only fell short by a minute. So I did the 5.2 miles just shy of an hour, which although is a lot slower than I’ll need to run to hit 10k sub an hour, is the longest distance I’ve run since my race in September last year. Insert happy face.
Now, I may have mentioned this before (no, I’ve definintely mentioned this before), but I consider where I live to be quite hilly. Maybe it’s coming from Norfolk – probably one of the flattest parts of Britain. You may not think so to look, walk or drive around, but once you start running, you realise it really is. So much so, that I decided to take a few (somewhat dodgy) pics whilst out on a couple of my runs this week. Unfortunately none of the photos can convey what my thighs were feeling at the time.
This one is a bit dark – even though the mornings are getting lighter, this was about 7.15am. This is running up Mansfield Road, away from Nottingham City Centre, down the hill and then up through Sherwood. This hill is made worse by the fact it goes straight through the little shopping area in Sherwood, so there are lots of lovely people about to watch me puff and struggle.
Now, the next two really don’t do the angle justice. It’s looking up Mapperley Hall Drive, which leads to Mapperley Top. Cleverly named as it is, a the name suggests, on the top of a hill. A really bloody big hill! One that required a quick walk/photo taking break and everything.
There you have it. Boring photos over. Conclusion: I like running and I like when I like running. I need to remember this more often.