Monday afternoon was glorious, still undeniably winter, the sky was blue but the sun was low and its rays weak, then there is that slight haze of the late afternoon that leaves everything a little fuzzy around the edges or was that just me putting my contacts in the wrong way around again? However less than 2km into my run I was pushing up the sleeves of my long sleeved shirt, then I had to stop to take it off, running along in a T-Shirt I could feel just the very slightest hint of warmth in the air, barely there but enough to lift me briefly from the doldrums of Winter. As has been the case the last few Monday’s my planned 8km run ended up stretching to just over 11km as the weather was favourable and I was enjoying the time to myself.
Tuesday morning saw a battle of the wills being waged, I was feeling burnt out still from the weekends work, I was physically tired and woke up crampy thanks to it being day 28, it was farking cold (what is it with Tuesday mornings, it’s always extra cold on bloody Tuesdays!) and I had an almost terminal case of the I don’t wannas, calling in dead and staying under the covers seemed the most attractive option available to me. So, I switched over to autopilot, got up, got dressed, brushed teeth, packed bag, drove to city, parked car, ran (a loose definition of the term) 6.5km, walked to office, bought paper and fabbo Emma and Tom’s juice on the way and finally fell into a hot shower where I out wallied Wally and stayed there until I was very pruny and had stopped sobbing. Some days the motivation and drive just isn’t there, that’s when I have to fall back on pigheaded stubbornness and the knowledge that I will feel far crapper if I don’t get the run in than if I do.
Now can we just bear in mind that I detest being cold and that a three day old corpse is more alive before 7am than I am. When I started doing double days on Tuesday and Thursday around April this year I didn’t think I would make it though winter, I’ve only resorted to the treadmill once and haven’t skipped a morning run except for the taper week before the (not quite) Half Marathon, so, you know, Yay for me.
Tuesday afternoon I stood up my usual training group to meet a friend who happened to have the afternoon free. We do an easy run together most Friday’s but it has been a while since we’d done an interval session together. It was her turn to set the session and we settled on 2 by 5 minutes, 2 by 4 minutes, 2 by 3 minutes, 2 by 2 minutes and 2 by 1 minute, each with a 90 second standing recovery with the exception of the 1 minute reps where we reduced to 60 seconds.
Yep, it’s a toughie, that’s 30 minutes of hard running.
We did the reps out and back along the tan from the 3km marker; this gave us a little decline to start on but an incline to work back up on for every second rep. My running buddy was somewhat hampered by sore quads after running for 30km through the You Yangs on Sunday, this handicap meant that she was running around my pace and not leaving me in her dust. The moral of that story being if you can’t find a training partner who runs around your pace find someone who is a bit faster and get them to flog themselves over a hilly trail run a couple of days before
It was a great session but definitely one needed to be done with company to keep you honest, especially as by the time you get down to 3 minutes those 90 seconds seemed very short; this one was even beyond my powers of self motivation. We ended up with 7.1km for our 30 minutes work and a bit over 9km with warm up and cool down, I was pretty happy with that.
Today I am quite content to have a rest day, apart from a Pilates class this morning.
I really wanted to take a day off in lieu this week, to make up for the work I did on Saturday night/Sunday morning, but I have %$@#ing meetings in my diary every day, I don’t think it’s going to happen so I am nicking off home a little earlier a couple of days this week, not quite the same as a day off but it’ll have to do.
I saw a pretty skirt in a shop window on my way to the office yesterday morning, so I went to DJs to try it on during my lunch break. Why? Because if I go to DJs or Myer I don’t have to make small talk with perky size 4 sales assistants who would tell you that you look good in a hefty bag if they thought it would get a sale. Bugger though, the skirt wasn’t in DJs and I really don’t want to go in to the store, so that probably saves me $100 or so, some people budget by giving up the morning take away coffee or bringing lunch from home, my credit card is saved by my chronic aversion to making small talk with strangers, hazzah for low level social anxiety.