I suppose that all adventures must have their moments of crisis. For me that was last week when I managed to tweak my hamstring. Nothing serious. No dramatic popping sound and searing pain. Just a niggle and the feeling that something was definitely not right. With only two weeks to go until the marathon, this was definitely a worry.
It was a good week of training, more or less. That is until this morning when I pulled my hamstring on my last long run. Two weeks out from the marathon. Shit!
Thus far I have been faily diligent and stuck to the plan à la Pfitzinger’s 18/70. The trouble is once you are in for a penny, you are in for a pound, and so I suppose I’m a bit obsessed about seeing this thing through to its absurd conclusion. So come what may, I’m going to stick this out for a few more weeks and try to smash that marathon in Macau!
But no matter how committed you are, there’s not much you can do when you’re sick, or so I found out last week. Continue reading
I remember years ago I was chatting to a runner after a 10 km race. This guy was a complete stranger but somehow we starting talking about how to improve and get better, or something along those lines. I remember he said something about running two times a day… I do remember that he had run that race in a very fast time and he looked very fit. But honestly, two times a day? Get a life, I thought….
Now, for better or for worse, I am that guy.
Just finished the longest run in this marathon training schedule that I’m following: Pfitzinger’s evil 18/70 from the book Advanced Marathoning. It was a 22 miler and I managed to run an average pace of 7:17 per mile. I felt tired for the final 4 miles, but definitely could have kept going and completed the marathon distance if I had to. So that finishes up a 70 mile week which feels pretty good.
This week I didn’t feel much like running. Work was stressful and I found myself not getting as much sleep as usual. Running started to seem like a chore and I felt myself slipping back into some old habits. Instead of waking up early to run, there were a few days when put it off until later after work. Instead of drinking a cup of herbal tea and stretching before bed, I found myself sitting in front of the computer, knocking back a few beers, and even dipping into the scotch a bit. I started telling myself that running is interfering with work and causing me more stress instead of alleviating it.
Another solid week. 71 miles of running and definitely feeling it. But no injuries and I’m basically happy with the paces. As you might know if you’ve read any of my previous posts, I am following the Pfitzinger 18/70 marathon training plan, a diabolical scheme designed to inflict suffering and pain all in the name of a fast marathon time. It’s a brilliant piece of work that is even more fun the second time through.