Today I really couldn't be bothered to run, and hoped for a bit of "a day off won't kill you" advice but instead got "Get yourself out, you'll feel better for it" and talk of how it is a lovely day and I'd regret not going. I rang Graeme, only for him to pretty much reiterate what others had said and he told me he was definitely doing his 3 miles tonight, then we could go to the carvery for tea.
So, I got my gear on and off I went.
The run today had to be a lactate threshold on my Hadd training, averaging 155bpm (basically a tempo run), and I hate doing them because they are hard. I wish I liked all the speedwork, but I don't!
I did a mile warm up and then did 6 miles at the higher HR before cooling down for a mile. I did walk twice for a brief moment, however the only thing that stopped me walking more was the thought that it would just take me longer to finish.
I got home to find Graeme in his going out togs.... he hadn't ran after all. Typical eh?
I don't know why, but it gets to around 8ish weeks to go to a big race and I seem to totally lose my motivation for a week or so. I just want to get this week out of the way, as next week will be the Kilomathon in Nottingham. I'm really looking forward to it, as I get to see a few friends there. Graeme's brother Paul is now beside himself with excitement about the race. It will be his first one, and I know he will love it.
I organised the rooms for London this week, and have asked a few people if they would like to go for a meal the night before. I'm quite happy to do whatever really... if no-one wants to meet up then we have a nice restaurant close by our hotel.
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