Monday night’s planned run had been extinguished with the intention of putting out the fire in my throat. After the fiasco with colds and stuff over winter I was slightly anxious about catching something so far into training and with races getting closer. Not sure if a couple of hours spent submerged in the North Sea drinking copious amounts of salt water helped or hindered.
Wednesday and my throat was pretty much back to normal. A slight sniffle but nothing to write home about. Not sure Stuart would have been best pleased if I’d tried to wimp out. Not that I had any intentions of wimping out anyway. Although in saying that, without a running buddy, would I have? we’ll never know.
Speed was the aim for tonight. The flat path along the canal was tonight’s selected route. Not too many cyclists and dog walkers to dodge this evening and all the cyclists seemed to have working bells. This is probably just as well as once handed a watch to manage my time most of my brain power switched to working the watch (and the actual act of running) rather than to watch where I was going.
My instructions were to run at two minute intervals, alternating fast with slow…well slower! This was to be repeated four times. Playing at my own game, Stuart used the excuse of having set RunKeeper to record and that five times had been entered instead of four. Nice work! This is probably a good way of getting me to run further but don’t tell him that!!
Each run is different. Sometimes leg muscles hurt, sometimes it’s hard to breathe, sometimes it’s just hard work. Although there was a slight cold lurking about, it’s presence could be felt. Breathing didn’t come particularly easy, perhaps because we were running a bit faster.
Only 5 miles. Not to be sniffed at but it felt short in comparison with recent runs. Speed runs are always shorter and Stuart insisted the pace was acceptable.