Training for the marathon.
Day nine of the great Irish annual summer flood. 'Tis with a heavy heart that I cybersit here before ye. For those of you who know, or indeed even care, today is long run day, a fortnightly time that has been known to strike fear into the heart and muscles of this fatcat.
Oh I remember well the day when -owing to some synapse failing stupidity- I said 'I think I'll do the marathon this year'. Why did I not take heed of the gibbering voices swirling above my head, of the dark clouds that rumbled in, of the large raven that perched on the bough next to where I stood, who said 'Caw foookin' blimey guvner!'
Why indeed?
Today's run is a hilly affair, and by hilly I mean it's not on the treadmill. You see chumleywarners, I have discovered something about the old tready, it is a sneaky bit easier to run on it than say, oh the roads. It's self propelling for one, and bouncy. Now that's all very doodly deep, but it means fuggledy garp on race day. See, I noticed after the Flora Run that my shinny shin shins ached a bit the next day and also my thighs. And it dawned on me that I'd better start splitting my training up a bit to include actual real life surfaces. I mean its not like I can set the treadmill up at the starting line up of the marathon and run 26.2 miles on it there, now can I?
So bearing this in mind I have been splitting my runs between the park and now the roads. Monday I did a very easy 6.5 miles and I plan to do an easy run Satdee too, prolly about 10k in the gym. But today it's that section of training where I concentrate a bit more on the endurance. Now, my longest run up to now been in the gym and it was 20k. Today I am going to see if I can aim for that but on the road.
If I don't return it is because I have keeled over somewhere in a ditch. Or my legs detached themselves at the foot of some hill or other and quit.
If that happens you are all to have a piss up in my honour. There should be rum involved, and possibly teary fights and some singing. Oh, and an arrest or two never hurt anybody.
Oh I remember well the day when -owing to some synapse failing stupidity- I said 'I think I'll do the marathon this year'. Why did I not take heed of the gibbering voices swirling above my head, of the dark clouds that rumbled in, of the large raven that perched on the bough next to where I stood, who said 'Caw foookin' blimey guvner!'
Why indeed?
Today's run is a hilly affair, and by hilly I mean it's not on the treadmill. You see chumleywarners, I have discovered something about the old tready, it is a sneaky bit easier to run on it than say, oh the roads. It's self propelling for one, and bouncy. Now that's all very doodly deep, but it means fuggledy garp on race day. See, I noticed after the Flora Run that my shinny shin shins ached a bit the next day and also my thighs. And it dawned on me that I'd better start splitting my training up a bit to include actual real life surfaces. I mean its not like I can set the treadmill up at the starting line up of the marathon and run 26.2 miles on it there, now can I?
So bearing this in mind I have been splitting my runs between the park and now the roads. Monday I did a very easy 6.5 miles and I plan to do an easy run Satdee too, prolly about 10k in the gym. But today it's that section of training where I concentrate a bit more on the endurance. Now, my longest run up to now been in the gym and it was 20k. Today I am going to see if I can aim for that but on the road.
If I don't return it is because I have keeled over somewhere in a ditch. Or my legs detached themselves at the foot of some hill or other and quit.
If that happens you are all to have a piss up in my honour. There should be rum involved, and possibly teary fights and some singing. Oh, and an arrest or two never hurt anybody.
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