Week 2 of marathon training is in the bag. It was something of a hit and miss week, but I got there in the end I think.
Monday
The Monday standard of a 4 mile recovery run early in the morning (usually done on the treadmill at the gym, but this time done on the roads as I had a parcel to collect from the delivery office, which doesn't open until 7.30am), then 9 more treadmill miles and a Body Pump class in the evening. This time it didn't give me such terrible DOMS.
Tuesday
Damned bloating! Or is it abdominal distension. Apparently the two are not the same thing. Anyway, I looked pregnant. There was only one other distance runner at the track session, and she's considerably faster than I am, so I ended up doing the short and painful session for middle distance runners. 4 x 400m, 4 x 300m, 4 x 200m. Takes forever and hurts like hell! Still, it was my first full session since injury so I was pleased to get through it. The 400s were in 78s, the 300s in 57s and the 200s in 35s. I have no idea if those times are decent or not!
Wednesday
I joined my old club for a run in the woods. They were doing intervals so I just tagged along at the back and caught them up after their efforts. Took some stick for writing a blog about toilet habits! I thought I'd best not mention that by the time we got back to the leisure centre I really, really, really needed to go! 11 miles in total.
Thursday
By now my legs were trashed. I hadn't had a rest day since Monday of week 1 so I decided it was time for one. I went and did the supermarket shop instead and made a gluten free, egg free, dairy free chocolate cake.
Friday
This was the 'miss'. My legs felt better but I had some errands to run and by the time I'd done them I was starving hungry, so I had some cake. I figured I'd better let it digest so I faffed about a bit, moving furniture and stuff in preparation for the arrival of the new treadmill. Then it was raining. Then I got caught up reading about EDS as someone posted about it in an IBS group and I have or have previously had a number of the syptoms/markers such as ganglions and hypermobility. Then I was hungry again and stupidly ate more cake. Then I gave up and went to bed!
Saturday
This day had been planned for some time. Andy was having a shiny new parkrun PB and Paul and I were going to pace him to it. We paced his previous best of 25.13 and this time nothing slower than 24.59 would do, preferably faster. Paul took his watch off him, I instructed him not to talk other than to answer yes and no. Stuart joined us too and had his app set in kms, so we had 3 Garmins in miles and 1 app in kilometres, 3 pacers and one pacee! I probably talked too much, but Andy finished in 24.13 - a whole minute faster. Then he headed off for a 90 mile bike ride!
Stuart came to help me move some stuff and collect the treadmill from Graham. I was going to save up for a half decent one for Christmas as my gym contract ends then, but Graham mentioned he was selling his and well, there's no time like the present, especially when it means spending significantly less cash. Jeezuz that thing is heavy. I don't quite know how, but we got it into Stuart's van. We had to borrow Mr Next Door and Elder Teen to get it out of the van and into the house. I must take them round a bottle of wine or something!
Having accepted defeat with putting it back together again I headed out for a second run to make up for Friday's missed run.
Sunday
Long run - 20.3 miles to bring up 65 for the week. It felt easier than last week's 18. Then Graham popped round to help me put the treadmill together (OK, he put it together and I occasionally held bits in place) and I spent some time emptying out my alcohol cabinet (a lovely old church cabinet) as I want it to go upstairs. It's too heavy for me so will be relying on the generosity of others again!
Other than Tuesday's bloating my insides have behaved themselves remarkably well this week. I've still heard nothing on my tests so I suppose I just wait for the consultant's secretary to return from her holidays!
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