Warmer weather

I didn’t quite recover my steely determination over the weekend as hoped, but things are obviously picking up again because despite another long run fail I am feeling more positive. 

On Saturday morning I dutifully headed out into the Warwickshire countryside, fuelled by a couple of rather tasty danish pastries.  (It wasn’t my first choice of breakfast but it was all my parents had apart from toast – which gives me stitch – but it turned out to be surprisingly effective as pre-run sustenance.  Ideally I’d have eaten them a tad earlier as they sat in my stomach a bit, but no stitch, and no running out of energy either.  Good to know, especially as I do love a danish pastry.)

I think its fair to say that after the long cold winter we’ve just had, everyone has noticed and revelled in the resurgence of good weather lately, but we runners are particularly atuned to the turning of the seasons.  Especially those of us foolhardy enough to battle through the winter training for a spring marathon; we have spent hours trudging through the snow and the ice and the wind and the rain, so even more than most we notice the little things that tell us that spring is definitely with us once more.  When I last did this run only six weeks ago, the world was still hibernating and the air was heavy with rain.  This time, birds were singing, lambs were gambolling, and daffodils lined every road.  Even after heavy rain in the early morning the pretty little villages I ran through just glistened in the sunshine.  I felt so pleased to be out and about and running.  Despite the grey-looking photo (turns out I still had the protective plastic over the lens of my new blackberry), I even got suntan lines during my two hours out on the road. 

It didn’t all go according to plan though – despite my joy at being alive and running in the countryside my mental strength was still a bit lacking.  I did well for the first five or six miles, and was strong through seven and eight, but the nasty stretch down the Straight Mile did for my willpower.  However nice a day it might be, it’s never fun trying to run down a single carriage A-road with no footpath (and no verge to jump onto) with cars whizzing past you at up to 70 miles per hour.  At the start of the mile I was already feeling fatigued and negative.  By the end of it the slightest of grumbles from my sometime dodgy knee was enough to convince me that the remaining 5 miles (most of which would have been downhill, a particular knee irritant) were just not worth the risk of it flaring up so close to race day.  So I did what any self-respecting 30 year old would do – I called my Mum to come and pick me up.

Despite a somewhat foolhardy night out in a nice bar followed by a not-at-all-nice Chelsea club, I managed to limit myself on the alcohol front that evening and made it to my Pilates class for the first time in ages on Sunday.  I have missed Pilates – just one session makes you feel instantly so much stronger and leaner.  (Plus my instructor commented on how trim I was looking which is always pleasing!)  And having spent an hour focusing on my posture and core, I realised that the limp on one side which I have been cultivating for weeks is starting to go now, so I feel justified in having taken it pretty easy these last couple of weeks.  

Physically, I’m now feeling in good shape and hope I still will be in 11 days time.  Mentally, I definitely need to work on the willpower and determination, although I’m told by everyone that the atmosphere and the crowds will be an immeasurable boost on the day.  I certainly hope so!

Only a couple of final hurdles to go now before the big day.  Tomorrow is forecast to be 21 degrees in London, which is both wonderful and worrying.  I’m all for the sun usually (can’t wait to hit that Cuban beach on the 25th!) but I simply can’t run in it – if temperatures are anything like that on the 17th I’ll really struggle, especially since all the training has been in cold cold weather to date.  I can’t do anything about the weather, but I can at least train, so tomorrow the plan is to head out into the midday sun for a jog taking in the last 2.5 miles of the marathon course.  It’ll only be 40 minutes instead of 4 hours and 40 minutes but at least it’ll give me a reminder of running in the heat, just in case.  In the meantime, I’d appreciate it if everyone could keep their fingers crossed/say some prayers/do a little dance for the 17th to be a nice sunny day with seasonal temperatures of around the 11 degree mark.  Thanks!

Stats
Distance:  about 10.5 miles
Time: 01:50:28
Route:  Warwickshire loop, with the end bit cut off
Weather:  spring
Notable features:  daffodils and tan lines

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