This morning was cold. Cold enough that, aided by something I wanted to forget, I ran my fastest ever time for that particular route.
It was a short 23 min run, but I still managed to shave more than two minutes off the time I clocked up on the previous Monday. It’s funny how temperatures that are around 0 degrees can motivate you.
It all stood in stark contrast to my two holiday runs in Mumbai (Kolkata’s pollution quickly dissuaded me of putting my running shoes on in that city). Continue reading
My running this year has been erratic to say the least.
After a good start in January and, despite the snow and ice that followed, a reasonable February, in March I ran just once.
I’ll probably blame a fairly big work project for that, but I’ve been inconsistent since. Continue reading
Jaffa cake not pictured
Today’s 10k race was the first race I’ve run since leaving school in the early 1990s. So, as long as I finished, I was guaranteed a personal best.
As it was I came in at just over 52 minutes (I’d been aiming for under an hour, and hoping for 55 minutes, so I’m definitely pleased with the time).
The race was really enjoyable, though I made the beginner’s mistake of starting too fast and so from 4k on had quite a few people pass me. Continue reading
This week I went for my first runs after six long weeks without any running.
It was the longest break from running I’ve had in years, though I kept busy with regular cycling. Nonetheless it was frustrating to feel time running out for my 10k preparation.
But injuries, even relatively minor ones, need rest. So I rested. Continue reading
Sometimes the best way curtail a new project is just to loudly announce it to all and sundry.
Inadvertently this happened with the preparations for my first 10k race, which were quite literally stopped in their tracks, though not for want of enthusiasm.
In fact, it’s the enthusiasm that stalled my training. Or rather, my throwing myself into long 45 minute runs (three in eight days) when my usually – once ot twice a week – runs last about 27 minutes. Continue reading
I’ve been running for nearly 11 years* but have never gone beyond idly considering running in an actual race.
But at yesterday’s village day, amongst the candy floss, dodgy motorcycle display team and former Mr Universe runner up with a squeaky voice was the local running club’s stall.
The 10k race they organise is not until the end of September, so I’ve made the rash decision to give it a go.
The recent good weather in the UK arrived in time for my return to exercising last week.
Before then, there was one (unplanned) week off due to work, tiredness and general lack of motivation, followed by two (planned) weeks off with the Easter school holidays – keeping up with two kids being more than enough during these times.
But last week it was back to two runs and a bike ride a week, my usual routine … on a good week. I also had the choice of keeping away from the roads as the warmer weather had dried out the paths across the common, as the picture above shows.