I arrive home from work and my new watch declares another 2 hours of recovery are required before I can commence training.
What else is there to do but crack open a bottle of Chardonnay and tune in to The Biggest Loser?
I had a rather enjoyable time watching the four finalists crank out a marathon after a meagre 6-weeks of dedicated training. Trouble is, at the end of the show, I’m faced with an empty bottle of Chardonnay and a watch that is no longer giving me a perfect training excuse.
So for day 6, I rattled off a very wobbly 3k on the treadmill.
Day 5, for anyone noticing an absence was a very relaxed 15 mins on the rower.
It was a weird weather day again today, oscillating between glorious sun and then freak hail storms. I found myself ripping my waterproof on and off as each cloud passed by and eventually gave in and left it on for maximal sweat loss.
This years Juneathon is going to be associated with an extreme calorie obsession – if I cant train my way to half marathon fitness I’m hoping to slim my way there. So today I was equating sweat loss with calorie consumption. Probably not a smart move. I came fairly close to pushing myself into a state if dehydration. I’d sterilised my water bladder with a cheapo version of Milton but despite rinsing thoroughly my water tasted of domestos and was nigh on undrinkable. I was pretty parched by the end of my 10 mile run.
I was at the in-laws so went out for my preferred out and back Grantham Canal run laden with 3 new gadgets to test for a future review. It makes for quite a tricky start to a run when you have to synchronise starts for multiple gadgets but I rather like having different views on each wrist.
I was testing the Suunto Quest, Garmin Forerunner 110 and the Runmeter iPhone app. I’ve been playing with the Runmeter app for a while now but its such a feature rich app that I keep on exploring new settings.
Today I was playing with the email updates and had set Lynn up to receive a map link and pace detail every 2k. Apparently it failed at the 4k update and she was left wondering if I’d fallen into the canal. Strangely she didn’t think to ring to confirm until the 10k update informed her that my pace had dropped. Then I found myself chastised for slacking as they were all waiting at home for lunch.
My pace had dropped off a bit due to constant constant gear rearrangements with the weather and then finally due to a concerning pull at the back of my knee. I hobbled home eventually to be informed by the Suunto that I need 56 hours to recover – it isn’t kidding, but it will make Day 5 of Juneathon a little tricky.
The Jubilee celebrations created sufficient diversion for us to escape the city unobserved. We were heading for the in-laws and I’ve never seen the North Circular so clear.
Fortunately our route took us alongside the Thames at Mortlake and we caught a section of the flotilla making its way towards the main action. I had to force the kids out into the drizzle though.
I got my Juneathon run in early, a rather dull 30 minute treadmill run but it was an essential calorific down payment against the traditional Ok Diner breakfast on the A1.
So Juneathon has started again and the treadmill has been dusted off for more late night action. I’ve spent the last two nights running through midnight and have been left pondering which day to log. Is it the start or finish that counts?
I could easily have skipped this evenings run for an early night but along with Juneathon I’ve started calorie counting. I’m obsessing over my latest nutrition tracking app and I’m afraid I logged my run in advance so that I could build up sufficient calorie debt to sneak a pint of Stella.
I’ve been pouring over my stats and trends this evening and it just confirms that this Juneathon is not going to rattle the record books.
Multiple 2k runs just don’t cut the mustard and by day 21 I still haven’t racked up a complete marathon. That sort of benchmark gives me a whole new appreciation for the distance.
Juneathon is the perfect kick start to my Great North Run training but I need to be getting used to longer distances, so its time to step it up.
Running commute tomorrow.
Day 21 Tally
Bike: 2 (24.7 miles)
Run Distance: 4.34k/27.3k
We set off in the direction of adventure and the uncharted waters of the eastern wedge of Mitcham Common. Unfortunately it didn’t prove to be entirely virgin territory and we had to endure quite substantial size-related abuse from the native youths walking their bull terriers.
It’s easy to overlook these scrub-like triangles of Mitcham Common, they can at times seem so grim and macabre that you want to hurry on by. I’ve grown quite fond of the area but there is always a sense of foreboding as you round another corner of the undergrowth.
It was a successful run today and despite finishing in a very peculiar and concerning shade of red, I did at least feel on form. Good job really, I’ve been slacking with Juneathon and the Great North Run is only round the corner. Training needs to step up a pace.