Currently, I am pretty much off. Off running.
I have been doing a bit, but not much. Last week was 32 miles, but that was over 5 days.
Before I reduced the mileage, I had a little attempt at a local 10k which I run each year, but which is normally during the summer. It was moved this year to two weeks after the Dublin marathon.
I went up, not expecting much of a performance.
A funny thing about the few speed sessions I have done over the last few weeks, the mile repeats are particularly fast, easy feel is 5:55, pushing it is 5:45., but it only lasts for the first three, then I am bushed.
Anyway, off I set on my 10k, seemingly unable to pace myself, or being stupid enough to believe these fast miles would carry me around. Sub 6 minutes for the first two, 6:15 and 6:25 respectively for the next two, and back to something resembling a steady pace for the last two, to finish in 39:00 flat on the chip time. 15th overall, and fourth in category, although to be fair, it doesn't attract the top runners. I was very pleased with that, two weeks to the day after a marathon.
Of course, I need to celebrate such achievements, and I have been doing so with food and drink.
Over the last few weeks since, I have been indulging my naturally ferocious appetite. More food and less miles will lead to the inevitable weight gain. But psychologically I think the break does me good. I see the next few weeks, until the new year, as my cheat 'month', where I will just eat what I want, have that glass of wine extra, and if it's raining, sit on the couch and enjoy the warmth and maybe some television. Others have taken up the cross country running, but not for me, this year anyway.
On a sad note, I had applied for Berlin marathon for next year on the basis that while I had said no marathons next year (but nobody really believed me), if I got it then it was some kind of karma telling me it was the right thing. But then as I waited for the results date, I got really hopeful, researching hotels and the course and everything. Now I didn't get it I am disappointed, but decision made for me.
Wednesday 30 November 2016
Sunday 6 November 2016
Recovery and Mince Pies
Usually I give it four days after a marathon before I attempt another run, and this time was no different.
Monday was the usual post marathon pain, upstairs not so bad, coming down a tad more difficult, the feeling of 'dehydration' after a few drinks Sunday night didn't help.
Tuesday was much better, and I was out and about as normal with just some tenderness at some points.
Wednesday back at work, and no discomfort whatsoever.
Thursday after work,mi was eager to get back out for a run. I know enough to know how the first run usually goes, slow easy pace, and for me usually no more than 5 miles. I went to the local track, and launched into some very easy laps. The pace was around 8 minutes, dropping to 7:30 as I warmed up.
While there was no discomfort, after 2 miles I started to sweat badly, and the legs got uncomfortably tired very quickly, so I finished at three miles, and was happy with that.
No running Friday, it's always best to ease into recovery.
Saturday was a beautiful day, so I headed out intending for 6 easy miles. I ended up doing 8.5 miles, pace varying from 8:15 to 7:25, but at no point was I watching it really, just running to feel.
Two of the miles were also on grass, which I find also very beneficial during recovery period.
Today was a beautiful day, but I resisted the urge to go out for a run. After over 8 yesterday, it would not have been wise to push it today. I think part of the reason I tend to avoid injury so well, is that I listen to my body, rest when I need to, and don't push things when I feel a niggle.
The other common trait after running a marathon, is wanting to run every marathon within the next 12 months. If I've done well, I'm out to try and capitalise on a good result, when I do badly, I look for the revenge race. I expect to do no racing until well into next year. While I will not stop running by any means, I will take an 'off season' between now and January as I always do. I am already tucking into the mince pies, Christmas cake, ice cream and chocolate biscuits, and I do not feel one bit guilty.
I hope that my fewer runs will retain a bit of quality, and I hope to do some strength work over the next few weeks too. Inevitably I will gain some junk pounds, but life is for living, and if I deprive my inner fat man all year, it makes the rest of the year all that much harder.
Monday was the usual post marathon pain, upstairs not so bad, coming down a tad more difficult, the feeling of 'dehydration' after a few drinks Sunday night didn't help.
Tuesday was much better, and I was out and about as normal with just some tenderness at some points.
Wednesday back at work, and no discomfort whatsoever.
Thursday after work,mi was eager to get back out for a run. I know enough to know how the first run usually goes, slow easy pace, and for me usually no more than 5 miles. I went to the local track, and launched into some very easy laps. The pace was around 8 minutes, dropping to 7:30 as I warmed up.
While there was no discomfort, after 2 miles I started to sweat badly, and the legs got uncomfortably tired very quickly, so I finished at three miles, and was happy with that.
No running Friday, it's always best to ease into recovery.
Saturday was a beautiful day, so I headed out intending for 6 easy miles. I ended up doing 8.5 miles, pace varying from 8:15 to 7:25, but at no point was I watching it really, just running to feel.
Two of the miles were also on grass, which I find also very beneficial during recovery period.
Today was a beautiful day, but I resisted the urge to go out for a run. After over 8 yesterday, it would not have been wise to push it today. I think part of the reason I tend to avoid injury so well, is that I listen to my body, rest when I need to, and don't push things when I feel a niggle.
The other common trait after running a marathon, is wanting to run every marathon within the next 12 months. If I've done well, I'm out to try and capitalise on a good result, when I do badly, I look for the revenge race. I expect to do no racing until well into next year. While I will not stop running by any means, I will take an 'off season' between now and January as I always do. I am already tucking into the mince pies, Christmas cake, ice cream and chocolate biscuits, and I do not feel one bit guilty.
I hope that my fewer runs will retain a bit of quality, and I hope to do some strength work over the next few weeks too. Inevitably I will gain some junk pounds, but life is for living, and if I deprive my inner fat man all year, it makes the rest of the year all that much harder.
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