In the last 7 days:
|activity|| # ||time||miles||km||+m|
| ||Road running||2|| 58:36|| 7.3||(8:02)|| 11.75||(4:59)|
| ||Off-road running||1|| 39:39|| 3.9||(10:10)|| 6.28||(6:19)|
| ||Total||3|| 1:38:15|| 11.2||(8:46)|| 18.02||(5:27)|
Off-road running 39:39  3.9 mi (10:10 / mi)
We unexpectedly found ourselves with a 2 hour kid-free window. We have to take the opportunity to go running together, declares Ray. Do we...really? I think, while smiling and agreeing. Where to, I ask. Arthur's Seat, Ray declares.
We jog there, my body barely moving, and Ray tells me he doesn't want a hilly run. Then why are we at Arthur's seat I think to myself. I remembered a mile in that my hip flexor was flaring up yesterday. Ouch. Getting sore. Then I do an Oleg and inexplicably manage to fall in such a way that I find myself rolling around in the biggest muddiest puddle around. Then Ray tells me he wants to do laps of the XC field (how tedious). After getting to bed v late v much the worse for wear, and getting up at 7 to take Laurence to swimming, my tolerance for running was wearing thin. I then spied Jet jogging in the direction of my house and announced that it was probably best that I let him do laps by himself, and had a nice catch up with Jet on my way home.
Bad hip flexor is not good news.
Road running 9:00  1.0 mi (9:00 / mi)
Still dithering about whether to run the national. Perfect pre race prep of watching Lucy play football on the meadows for an hour in horizontal rain. This jog was to see if I could breathe and run at the same time, and to warm me up.
9 min miling felt ok.
Road running 49:36  6.3 mi (7:52 / mi)
National XC. 3 laps. 10k
Decided I would run 8min miling for the first two laps as I thought that's the pace I could breathe at then see how I felt. I felt ok and pushed on...to another 8min miling lap. People were dying all over the place though, and I cruised past stacks of people on the last lap. Nice.
Sore hip flexor though. 103rd - shite!
Still got a cold. It doesn't seem to be getting any better. Hmm. Jog around the national at the back and be able to show my face at the trotter dinner, but have a crap race and possibly feel iller in the evening for it; OR stay in bed and face the slagging at the trotter dinner for not running? The dilemma of being in such a childish running club. Oh to be a member of Carnethy, when a resting heart rate a smidge too far to the right when plotted on a standard deviation bell curve means a weekend on the sofa reading articles about improbable running challenges called 'rounds' with kale smoothies to hand.
On the subject of kale smoothies, my work colleague who does quite a bit of running and is a nutribullet devotee was struggling with what to eat after running. Chocolate milk, number 1 post exercise nutritional solution, I tell him. Hmm, not very healthy though he thinks. He proudly showed me what he had done with his nutribullet today. A smoothie of kale and chocolate milk. I kid you not. WTF!
Training will resume when I get my life back. Too much work, coupled with a cough.
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