After several hours tinkering with the course planner on www.run.com yesterday I realised that I've been totally underestimating the lengths I've been running in training for the half-marathon.
Instead of being comfortable doing 12/13km as I thought I was, it turns out I'm comfortable doing about 8km and am most uncomfortable getting to 12km.
I went about 11km yesterday after work and am stiff as a board today--including a bizarrely stiff neck that causes me agony if I turn left - yes I'm no longer an ambi-turner. Swing dancing should be fun later this evening ;)
How the hell am I going to do 21.5km up and down Connemara hills on Sunday week?
It seems I'm running out of time (boom boom). A lot of pain is coming my way on April 6th and there's not a lot I can do about it.
2 comments:
You'll be fine and dandy jogging around them hills. And imagine how awesome you'll feel as you stumble over the liney wine? Deeply fucking awesome I'd say.
Playlist for your ipod:
Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen
Band on the Run- Wings
Run to you - Bryan Adams
Run, Run, Run - The Velvet Underground
Long may you run - Neil Young
Run, baby, run - Sheryl Crow
Keep on Running - Steve Winwood
Running up that hill - Kate Bush
And so on and so forth.
Best of luck, we're all behind you (not actually becuase there's no way I'd ever agree to wheeze around a windswept wilderness) but morally, spiritually and emotionally, I'm behind you!
Best of luck sweetheart... you'll be great.
C
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