Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought they’d overslept for their early morning long run today… anyone… no… really? (waits as a huge tumble weed blows slowly across the bloggy sphere…) Ok, so It’s just me then.
After bailing out on last weekend’s final long run before the taper, I’d planned to get up extra early this morning for a slightly-shorter-long-but-won’t-quite-kill-me-run instead. So needless to say I was a bit disappointed when I woke up at 8:15 instead of my usual weekend time of something between 6:30 and 7:30.
Still, once I realised that it was really only 7:15 if I ignored the fact that everyone, including the people who control my phone, computer and Garmin, had decided to steal an hour, I started to feel much better. At least it was Sunday, so I could still pretend it was early and, since it was cold wet and drizzly outside, the chances were that not too many people would be venturing out to block and congest the later part of my route.
The plan was to run something between 15 and 21 kilometres. I wanted to make up for missing my last long run but at the same time I didn’t want to leave myself feeling completely exhausted two weeks before race day, so I’d see how it went.
I didn’t really have much of a route planned and decided to start with a couple of laps of Hove Rec to get some shelter from the wind and rain. After the third lap, I realised that the path was going to get a bit busy as more and more kids started arriving for their rugby practice, so I headed back out to the streets again and ran up Shirley Drive as a long way round to Hove Park.
When I reached Hove Park, however, I saw another much larger group of kids running around the paths. It looked like some kind of organised event as they were all wearing yellow tops and, as I turned the corner to the long straight stretch of the path, I realised that there were dozens more of them gathering at the parkrun start line. Junior parkrun perhaps? I wasn’t in the mood to find out, so I cut back out of the path and decided to stick to the roads instead.
Not in much of a mood for people dodging, I decided to explore some of the quieter streets around Poets Corner before heading back down to Portland Road and route that I’d been using for my last few shorter runs.
I decided round about then that I wasn’t going to do the 21K, but that if I ran back along Portland Road and took some detours down the streets that run adjacent to it, I could probably manage about 15K without killing myself. So that’s what I did.
In the end it was 16K and, despite falling asleep for an hour while watching Netflix this afternoon, I feel pretty good. My legs don’t feel too bad and I wore my ankle support which seems to have helped, but most importantly, I feel more mentally prepared than I did this time last week.
Yes, missing my final long run is a worry; yes, the marathon is going to be hard and it’s going to hurt; but either way I know that I want to do this, so I will.
How’s your training going? Do you have to plan or adapt your routes to avoid congested streets and paths? Please share your thoughts in the comments.