Take the day off..in fact take two

Sometimes you have those days where nothing is happening.

There is nothing in your legs.

Your head is telling you it’s silly to try, but your heart feels like you should give it a go anyway, just to be sure. It takes me a while to get going some days and I’ve had some brilliant runs that have started very badly, so for me it’s always worth pushing on in these circumstances.

My legs felt so tight they could snap at any moment. I had stopped to stretch them off a couple of times but nothing was helping. My head was fuzzy and I could happily have closed my eyes and curled up under the nearest bush for a long sleep.

I got 3.5 horrible hard miles into my 20 mile run on Sunday , decided this was utterly futile and so I turned round shortly after I passed the 10k tree and headed back home. I managed to run 1.5 miles on the way back, and then I gave up and walked the rest.

I felt rather silly walking along with my running pack on, but I carried on listening to my podcast and the time soon passed. I’m always amazed by how quickly I get cold when I’m walking in my running kit, and I was glad to get home and feel the warmth of my dog as he greeted me at the door.

Two days later, two whole days with no running, and the bounce has returned to my legs at last. I’m ready to run again and I only have a handful of short runs left to complete before I head out to Switzerland for what might just be my biggest running adventure yet – the Eiger Ultra Trail, the full distance E101 course.

Skye feels like it was years ago and yet only 5 ½ weeks have passed. I’ve still not finished my race report (sorry Jeff, it is coming honest) and I’m still processing everything that happened in those 22 hours and the days either side.

I think I’ve recovered at last and my blisters have all healed, although the skin is still dropping off my feet. This is something new and something slightly alarming – not painful, just a little strange.

I’m apprehensive, nervous, excited, a whole jumble of different emotions, but probably the biggest one is,

Have I underestimated what lies ahead?

As ever, there’s only one way to find out.

Feeling Good

Saturday’s “long” run took me to a new place with a good friend. I found myself with a spare weekend and no plans so I put a shoutout on Facebook. It was good to catch up with Audrey and to run a bit of the Glen Ogle race route. I’ve driven out this way a couple of times but otherwise it’s not an area I know at all.

The route we ran is probably absolutely beautiful, but we couldn’t see very much at all.

We had a slight fail on the equipment front – I’d forgotten to put any Smidge on and Audrey hadn’t brought a waterproof. I had but decided against wearing it as it was so warm, and so we looked like drowned rats when we arrived back at the car.

It was a day where I felt glad to be alive – glad to be running again, glad to have mostly recovered from the latest lurgy, glad to live in such a gorgeous part of the world, glad to have good friends around me.

I joined Audrey halfway into her 24 mile run, which meant she had slowed down a bit, plus there was a lot of walking anyway as there were some fairly steep hills. The pace was just right for me and how I was feeling. My chest was a bit tight in a few places and my glutes and quads felt like concrete, but otherwise, everything felt good. I couldn’t believe I was out running and feeling ready to start getting back to normal mileage for a couple of weeks before dropping down again ahead of the Eiger.

I did a short easy session in the gym midweek. That morning, I felt absolutely shattered and I questioned whether I should be doing anything at all, but my body felt so stuck, so stiff and stodgy and fed up and not my own. I decided a little gentle movement couldn’t hurt, and I would stop if anything felt really wrong. It was the right decision to give it a go, and I felt much much better for it. I managed 3 1/2 steady minutes on the versa climber/torture rack, and I chuckled to myself as I remembered the first time I tried it back in December when I just about survived a minute on it. There will be many more minutes spent on it over the next few weeks as I continue to prepare for some massive climbs and descents in the Alps.

I’ve only been using the gym regularly since about December but I’ve been surprised how much it has become part of my training and part of my week. I was even more surprised when I realised I’d missed it. I feel stronger, yes definitely, but I also feel better about myself and my body.

Now that I’m back to moving again as normal, it’s probably time to get back to normal eating patterns too rather than giving into all the carby junk food cravings as I have been in recent weeks….