Conveniently, a particularly busy week at work fell after, rather than during, Janathon and enforced a brief pause in training and blogging. With legs feeling much better for the rest and Sunday here again, I was raring to go again this morning. Ever supportive of my running efforts, lovely boyfriend initiated a conversation about my training aims for the day:
If you've read this far then I presume you have better manners than lovely boyfriend and won't tune out completely to this update; however, I may try to catch you out, so do try to keep your wits about you.
Indeed, Wokingham half marathon is just next week: an opportunity for some pre-London miles with the distraction of a race atmosphere and some different roads. Gah! The sky has just turned purple! I certainly have no PB ambitions but it'll be good to see how the distance feels now. After last week's accidentally long run, I thought today would be a good chance to test out the effects of the Janathon mileage with a shorter effort. Woah! Look! A flying monkey! I thought a direct comparison with January 1st would be most telling, so I set my GPS to bleep after 10K and off I went. It certainly was blowing a hooley this morning, but I powered on in the Force 9 gale and managed to shave a very satisfying 3 minutes from my hungover New Year's Day shuffle. Behold! A man running backwards! I loved Janathon and I hope the mileage has established a good base for the year, but there were times when I thought I was just training myself to run slower and slower. The aim for February is to run less but run better. So far so good.
For the record, I actually saw a man running backwards today. I wasn't sure if it was a training drill or whether he'd succumbed to the effects of the headwind.