This week I spent two days existing in a world where anything above shoulder height or below waist height was out of bounds. Wednesday was my strength training session and, working in a school with a plethora of professional coaches, means that meant pain!
Ollie is a strength and conditioning coach who works with aspiring Olympians and Saracens rugby team, to name just a couple of his clients. I can't imagine what he thought when he found himself faced with me and Vicky and our 'chat more, workout less' attitude, which, I might add, he soon put an end to.
45 minutes of squats, burpees, kettle bells and weights later and I was waddling to my car. It will be worth it, though; I need the extra power to help with hill work and a bit of extra strength never did anyone any harm. And variety is the spice of life, after all!
I had Thursday and Friday as rest days; Thursday is agility night with Ace so there was enough running there to tide me over. Friday I found myself working later than I would have liked, and some nagging pain in my glutes and the long weekend run looking meant I chose wine over my trainers.
Saturday's long run was a 10 miler following the usual procedure: two warm up miles, a couple of miles where we repeatedly told each other to slow down or we 'wouldn't make it', before giving in to our natural pace and just getting on with it.
Ten miles no longer feels like a trek to me now. I'm used to spending 90 minutes plus on my feet and I enjoy the fact that we have long enough to chat about everything from work to weddings to cars.
To top it off, we managed our fastest time for 10 miles at just over 1hr 25mins. Total for the week: 18 miles (1 steady run, 1 tempo run, 1 long run) plus a strength session.
Next week is busy, and I am expecting a lower mileage. I suspect we will end up ditching the steady run and just doing tempo+strength+long, but such is life. So long as I get to put my trainers on a couple of times, I'll be ok.
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