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My week in training

There’s nothing really of note for me to write about for my blog so I thought I would do a round up of my “training” over the last week. Probably not at all interesting to anyone besides me, but one of the tips someone gave me is to record what I’m doing, so that I have something to look back on and see all my progress on those days when I have a really bad run. So here is a summary of my training log, bonus points if you recognise the heading references:

Que? Is nice day today! – Saturday

Busted out a few moves on the dancefloor after a Fawlty Towers Dinner with the family. Not sure this really counts as “training” in the traditional sense. Oh well.

Today I swear I’m not doing anything – Sunday

Spent the day in my pyjama’s alternating between episodes of Friends and Fawlty Towers. Got a second wind around 5pm and dragged dad out on a 5km run along the seafront. All that effort was balanced out by a few glasses of Pimm’s watching the World Cup Final. Win-win! (Well, not for Argentina…).

“I work out” – Monday

Unleashed the gym bunny in me and ran intervals on the treadmill (45 seconds fast, 15 seconds recovery, for 20mins) as well as core and leg strengthening.

Relax – Tuesday

Time to be all zen with a lunchtime yoga session at work – Namaste!

Best thing I never had – Wednesday

Hump day fail. Had every intention of getting to the Wednesday night club session, but the sucky commute home stopped that. It’s probably just as well, I heard the session was based on Kenyan Hills – yikes!

Now push it – Thursday

Gym time again! This time a higher incline for my intervals, more squats and planks to get that core strong.

Who run this motha? – Friday

ME! 5 mile run today – BOOM. This is my longest run since…January? So it’s quite a significant achievement (and not to mention, on the hottest day of the year). photo (2)

It’s onwards and upwards from here folks.

The pyramid of pain

Aahh Wednesday night running club. I have a love/hate relationship with you.

This week was lead by a guy who runs ultra-marathons. In his spare time. For fun. So we weren’t surprised when he said “brace yourselves, this is going to be a tough session”. Wednesday nights are usually a challenge, but when someone makes a point of saying it’s going to be hard, you know you’re in for trouble.

We go for a gentle 800m warm up along the seafront (400m out, 400m back) to explain where the markers were for the sprints we were going to be doing. These types of sprints, he explained, are known as pyramid training. You sprint 200/400/800/1200 & 1600m and have a recovery run for the same length of each sprint. When you complete the 1600m sprint, you go back down the pyramid to 1200/800/400 & 200m sprints and recovery. Yeah. Tough!

The pyramid intervals were hard, but I would much rather be doing them than the beach boot camp I saw going on. Not content with just doing sit-ups on the sand, the trainer made everyone do sit-ups in the water.

With a headache looming and stomach cramps setting in, I sat the longest rep out and managed to stop and take in my surroundings. Yeah I felt exhausted, but the views are pretty awesome:

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I’m still trying to work out whether I enjoyed it or not. I quite like sprint intervals, but I also had a bad exercise headache when I got home, and felt demoralised for being one of the slowest in the group. Even though I know far slower members of the club don’t brave Wednesday sessions, so I should give myself credit just for turning up – right?!

What will I remember from yesterday’s work out? However bad you’re feeling, there’s always someone doing sit-ups in water.

 

 

Going in the right direction

I don’t want to jinx myself…but…

I have been struggling to not only feel good on my runs over the past few months, but also struggling to enjoy my runs recently. I’ve felt lethargic, unenthusiastic, and like my legs are dead weights from the get-go. Even when my body is OK, my mind has never been on the same page. I was starting to feel a little despondent about training and running in general.

Not one to give up easily I have persevered, kept up the cardio in various forms other than just running and wasn’t too hard on myself when I did run. I might be premature in saying this – maybe if I put it in brackets it won’t really count… (I think it’s finally paying off).

Last night I went for a seafront run with my mum, we did 500m interval reps and I was flying. Usually me and mum are quite evenly paced, but each interval I was sprinting off ahead and finishing the rep only slightly out of breath. What’s up with that?!

I’m not sure what changed yesterday, I’m not going to question it. Fingers crossed this is the turning point in my training!