Distance: 17.64 km
Time: 2:00:45
It wasn’t an easy run this morning. My right ankle is still feeling a little odd at the outset, and I’m starting to worry that it might be wear in my shoes that’s causing it. I don’t want to buy new shoes until about maybe February or March next year because I don’t think my Lunar Glides could possibly have worn out to any extent yet. I think I got them in December or January. They should be fine for months yet.
I realised only about five or six kilometres in that my energy would not last. I realised that my tank was only half full, and depleting rapidly. I don’t have to think very hard about it to know why. Have I been fuelling myself properly? Probably not. Have I been tired? Definitely. This week, including this morning’s run, I’ve run approximately 38.4 kilometres.
“That’s nothing.” The mean little voice inside me says. The one that equates change with loss of control, and progress with risk of injury. “That’s nowhere even close to your lofty marathon goal, and it took a whole WEEK. You’re never going to go the distance. Give up.”
This voice is quieter now than it used to be, and I find no difficulty in ignoring it most of the time. I’ve got more than six months to build up my distance. The reason this week FEELS so much harder is that I’ve been building my weekly mileage a bit quickly.
Last week, in total, I ran about 31.6 kilometres. The week before, it was about 26. Going from 26 to 31 to 38 doesn’t seem like a lot, but it’s more than 10% each week, which is the recommended increase to prevent injury. Does that mean that I’ll go slower? Maybe, I’d like to think so, but probably not. Apart from this morning’s run which was so hard it verged on not fun, I really enjoy this whole running lark. It’s one thing I’m having no difficulty in achieving. It’s the easy win, and it really pumps me up.
I wanted to push through to 20k this morning, but decided that would be overkill on top of overkill, and turned back. Next week, maybe. I’ll see.
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