Marathon Mann

Broadmeadows, sounds lovely doesn’t it; visions of nice rural open spaces etc.  But, when Broadmeadows is actually a hill that goes on seemingly forever as part of a gruelling mile long relay route, you may wonder why all us Rodillian Runners are so happy.

We love it and speaking for myself, after a few days of enforced rest, after um-img and ah-ing about whether I really ought to be going out so soon, I was so happy that I felt and feel great!

We have some great runners in our club and its wonderful to see how so many have come along so far after training with us.  The girls are fast.  There was a time not so long ago when I could give them all a run for their money but now?  The message? Join a running club, get that support, advice, camaraderie and get to do stuff you would never do on your own and enjoy the results!

Not hopping mad but this morning I woke up much better after a day or so of feeling rotten.  Without taking the unwise step of going outside, or engaging in strenuous aerobic excercise, I did some balancing routines as recommended by my physio.  It’s amazing how much better I have become standing on one leg and hopping sideways!

On another note, the training plan I found on the BHF a website is all to pot and is missing a couple of weeks.  It isn’t 12 weeks to the London Marathon at all, more like 13 starting from yesterday (still not a lot).  In any event I have found an alternative plan which probably suits me better.

A good night’s sleep should get me raring to go again joining the Running club for a few miles tomorrow. (As of Saturday I’ve done just over 100 miles in January so that’s another goal nailed).

When I did my 9 mile run yesterday (including a parkrun), I thought I was rather shattered and found myself wanting to simply wrap up warm and sit down for the rest of the day.  When I felt cold but Helen said I was burning up I knew something was wrong.  I didn’t sleep well overnight and developed some aches and pains which were very uncomfortable. I was still hot and “wobbly” this morning so had to stay in bed while Helen was off to the PECO cross country (as my sister would say: madness)!

I feel much better this evening and it makes me thankful that I have the fitness and health to be able to bounce back from this sort of thing.  I am also old and wise enough to take it easy until I am sure I have shaken this virus (assuming that’s what it is).

Meanwhile, I have taken the trouble to download some training plans from the BHF website to put together a sensible programme for the next 12 weeks.  Did I say 12 weeks?  Crikey!