when I went to bed last night, I decided that the time I woke up today would determine whether this was to be a rest day, or an active recovery run day. as it turned out, I had a good night’s sleep (on top of the whole afternoon of post-run sleep) and woke with just
while, realistically, it’s only part of the latter stages of training for the perth marathon, this morning’s run was significant for a few reasons. it’s the first time I’ve run 10km as one of my shorter runs although only a “training run”, the time was very close to the 1:14:41 recorded at the fremantle
bit of a slow start to the day after the birthday festivities of the night before — hit the gym feeling a little on the bloated side, but overall not too bad. did a gentle 10km row and felt a whole lot better afterwards. weight was the same as last week, so (allowing for the feast
ah ’tis me birthday today, so what better way to start the day than with an 8.68km run… incidentally, today’s music choice is based on the fact that Mike Oldfield was born on May 15th 1953, and the original “Tubular Bells” is one of my all-time favourite pieces of music. birthday cake is a source
really happy this morning — after a disappointing few days, I actually went for a run! Sunday was supposed to be the day for a 29km run into Fremantle, with a rest day Monday and recovery run today. Unfortunately a stomach bug decided to work its way through our household, resulting in me throwing up
this morning’s run would definitely be described by the “top gear” crew as “a wet lap”. I could hear heavy rain before I got up, it had stopped by the time I went outside. About 1km in, I found the light shower refreshing. during the final half of the run, I got absolutely drenched.
the first thought that entered my head this morning was “oh shit, not enough time for the gym”. then I realised that I was heading in later than usual today, so I could be at home to see my son open pressies for his 4th birthday. phew! the row itself was “leisurely”, but eased the
Some time ago, I wrote about how odd it was that I willingly went outside with the intent of running (well, walking with a bit of running thrown in). Today it went to a whole new level… As I lay in my warm, cosy bed, the bedside clock showing 2:52am, I could hear the rain
Busy weekend, then a day off sick on Monday (yesterday) = more blog neglect. So to quickly recap… Saturday was a rest (non-training) day, Sunday was long run day (19.48km in 2:45:13), Monday was spent mostly in bed sleeping due to coughing, sneezing and aches all over. Actually, to go back to that long run…
I so so badly wanted to roll over and go back to sleep this morning, but a little voice inside me was nagging, reminding me that I was supposed to do an 8km run. So I got up sluggishly, put on shorts, t-shirt and running shoes and headed outside. Luckily it had stopped raining!