Yesterday was the first time that I really struggled. According to my training program I had just under an hours training to do, of which 28 min was fartlek.
The alarm went off at 6.20 and it was just one of those ‘I can’t believe I have to get up now’ mornings. Crawled back to bed and curled up to Dion who was sound asleep. It was so tempting to stay and no doubt, had I not had the marathon I’d have stayed in bed for another hour, at least. But I convinced myself and got up. Don’t really fancy breaking the training program after only a week.
On my way to the gym the little excuses started coming into my head suggesting that perhaps I could settle with doing just the fartleks bit today and take the rest tomorrow. Proud to say though that I did all of it, 58 minutes and 10.7km. Good thing that I didn’t realise until halfway through the workout that the different bits of the training would add up to over 10km. Would have struggled even more to get up had I known that.
Oh… Paula Radcliff congratulated me this morning on my fastest mile so far. Speaking of Nike+ the little bugger was off again suggesting that I’d run 12.25km rather than 10.7. If only that was true.
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