Week ten started well with a serious treadmill effort to try and find a bit more speed. As good as Leeds is for running it’s not the flattest of places and so it’s sometimes difficult to gauge how quick you are going to go on a flatter route when you are constantly going up and down.
Don’t get me wrong, hills are great and all, but sometimes flat is good too.
Anyway, 3x5km at a decently quick (just off best 5km pace) got the week started followed by a nice 19miler, and then some general running till Friday. On Friday we took a family holiday down to Pontins in Somerset, where things started to go a bit iffy. My Saturday run I binned due to not being able to really fit in in amongst the excitement of going down Wookey Hole and tried to go Sunday morning. This was cut from ten miles to just over three due to horrific GI issues caused. By the food. Man, so much stodge. Monday morning I couldn’t move due to being crippled from sleeping on the shitty sofa bed. Not a good start to week 11.
Monday we drove from Somerset to Snowdonia in Wales (via a copper mine) and after a day I. The car I was looking forward to a run. Sadly the place we were staying in was in the middle of glorious scenery and roads which where really twisty and full of blind corners with no pavements or lighting. I took the decision that trying to run here might get me killed and so had to look for other ways to fit the runs in.
Fortunately I have a very understanding wife who assisted me with this. When we went to Port Merion she took the boys for a walk round the woodland trial whilst I ran it. It was supposed to be a 30-40 minute walk, but only if you had no legs.
Although I had to do loads of running in circles it was great trail running, nice and soft underfoot, though there we less than helpful signposts directing you so half the time I had no idea where I was or where I was going. Tried to run on the beach but got 6 steps before I decided that running on sand so soft that I sank up to my ankles was probably a bad idea. Oh, that was hilly too…
The next day we went to Portmadogg and the Ffestiniog railway (to go down a slate mine) and upon returning the rest of the family had a cup of tea whilst I went out for a quick run, trying to be fast as it was flatter.
It was reasonably quick and mostly below sea level.
The week was completed with a few general runs and a 21 mile effort on Friday night (nothing else to do on a Friday night) which left my legs in pieces for Saturday mornings parkrun.
So despite a tricky week away I’m still mostly on track for both Milan Marathon and keeping 100% in Jantastic.