After missing last Monday’s Spin sesh I was back on my A-game today, with plenty of hill sprints, flat roads and intervals to stretch out my leg’s after the previous day’s 13km.
After loving running around Regent’s Park during lunch last week I thought I’d make it a regular occurrence. I find new surroundings make running a lot more enjoyable, and I also got caught up with a few running groups, which really spurred me on to push myself that bit harder.
The majority of my training runs are focused on form and endurance over speed, but I wanted to take a session to reassure myself that I could still conquer pace too! Despite the glum London weather I managed a pretty quick 5km before heading back to the office. I know I mentioned The Hunger before, but this was even more intense this week: I came home and ate all remaining Carrot Cake Cookies with a bowl of home-made Strawberry Chia Jam – delicious!
7km recovery 5:52/km
Having overdone it a bit the day before and worrying that I could detect a little niggle suggesting the start of shin splints, I was going to take today as a rest day. I’d just finished a hectic day at work, had a smashing headache and am not the greatest lover of running on my own in the dark.
I was all set to crawl into bed and feel guilty about missing my run, but, just as I was locating my pyjamas my boyfriend came home and told me he was going straight out for a run. So instead of finding my pyjamas I went in search of my trainers.
I’m so glad I didn’t take the easy option, as we ended up exploring a new route which I’d never have found on my own, and it was also a great way to work out the kinks from the day before. We even did some couples foam rolling – hilar.
I normally have Thursday in as a run day (5km this week) and Friday as a rest day, but I decided to swap them around and add in an extra cross training session instead. My shins were still feeling a little unsteady, and knowing I had a big weekend of running ahead I thought it wise to give my knees a rest.
My weekend schedule called for a paced 10km on Sat and a half marathon distance on Sunday, but knowing I had a party on Saturday evening I thought it would be wise to swap them around.
I fuelled up on an apple and generous spoonful of peanut butter before setting off down the canal to run my 21.2km. I felt great up until 16km or so, when my left knee and hip really started to ache. I’m not sure if it was because I was trying hard to hold back on pace, which meant adjusting my stride, or just the week taking it’s toll, but by the time I got home both knees were in a fair amount of pain.
Rest day – very much needed! Edgar knows the drill: Eat, sleep, repeat!