Training for: CTS Dorset Ultra (53k)
Runs: 6, Total Distance: 75.6km, Total Time: 6:51
The week began well with two pre-dawn runs, Thursday’s night run was pretty epic and Friday’s super easy effort was enjoyable and easy on mind and body. My Saturday and Sunday sessions, to put it mildly, were shit!
My week outside of running has kind of mirrored my week in running too. It started well enough with a calm start to the working week on Monday. I went into work two hours later than usual on Tuesday and Wednesday so that I could induct two new volunteers later in the day – this meant I could run before work and miss the rush hour on the trains to work and home! I would be tempted to change my hours at work permanently on speedwork day as I found it to be far easier running a workout to start my day than to end it. As for Tuesday’s morning run, well, that was a beautiful and relaxed run on my local trails to break in my new Scott Kinabalu Suptertrac – I watched the sunrise and loved my new shoes as they are perfect for running in and through the mud. I found myself running through things that I would have slipped and slided around in my Salomon Sense Ultra SG or New Balance Leadville.
Thursday started positively enough and I was excited by the prospect of giving a presentation at Lambeth Palace in the afternoon to the St. Anselm Community (they are providing two volunteers to work with out clients over the next 12 months). My talk was short but it went well, following on from my boss’s presentation on our organisation’s wider structure and direction. I focused on the work we do and the value we place on our volunteers. We met our volunteers and gave them a more in-depth run down on our clients and exchanged ideas for how the next 12 months might unfold. I left Lambeth Palace feeling accomplished! Unfortunately this was tainted hugely by the fact I found myself on the end of some very uncalled for verbal abuse and physical intimidation in the middle of a busy central London train station on the way home. It really shocked me and, for once in my life, I didn’t make an attempt to defend myself with words or actions – I just wanted to get out of the station and away from people as quickly as possible. By the time I got home I knew I would end up running longer than I had planned and I spent a long time out in the darkness of the woods and trails near my home pondering the nature and conduct of some human beings.
Friday came and went without me really noticing it and I have very little to say! It was quiet, peaceful and that was mirrored in my slow run of the week. Again, I decided to run a little longer than originally planned simply because I was enjoying mulling over what might happen next in ‘Shantaram’ (a book I’m reading), pondering about the whys and wherefores of some of my clients and thinking about the whys and wherefores of my life. I watched the sun set, I admired the moon brightening the darkening sky and that’s all I could have asked for at the end of my week!
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday. Well, I drove out to the countryside in the hope of running somewhere new and interesting but it didn’t turn out that way and after 3.5 hours I driving I found myself back at home, tired, hungry and really not in the mood for a long run at all. But as long runs are for learning and for practicing dealing with the mental and physical difficulties of ultra racing I dutifully laced up and headed out. I spent most of the time cursing and not wanting to be on the trail or on the move at all and some of the time wishing I had something to eat. It was tiring. It was difficult. I kept on putting one foot on front of the other and eventually made it back home to food and sleep!
Then, on Sunday, as I laced up to run 8km I noticed a slight pain around my ankle. I ignored it. 100m down the road I could not ignore it and I began to walk. Stubbornly I refused to turn around and go home as I figured I could reach 75km for the week if I just walked around my block. So I did. It hurt. I was upset. I am writing this and I am still upset and it still hurts. Compression, elevation and rest are the keys to recovery so that’s what I am aiming to do with my potentially sprained ankle this week. Today [Monday 28/09] is a scheduled rest day and I will take tomorrow too – if the ankle still doesn’t feel right by Wednesday afternoon I will call in to my physio and take the rest of the week off from training. Not exactly what I need right now!! I truly hope this is just a minor set back and that I will be able to run again within a week but only time will tell. If I do end up taking a week off from my running at least I will be able to maybe dedicate some more time to life admin tasks and maybe finally getting around to decorating my living space.
That’s it from me for the week. It’s not exactly been the brightest of posts so I apologise if you were looking for some motivation! Maybe next week.
I hope the roads, trails and treadmills treat you all well in the week ahead.
Peace & Blessings