My heart rate is normal once more and I think I’m able to walk to the kitchen, somehow I’d forgotten the insanity of turbo training interval workouts.
Dawn has broken, the first rays of light streak through the upper atmosphere, legs are stinging, back aching, breathing is heavy, laboured and I’m grinning like a loon.
I have no energy, I cannot rouse from my slumber and every fibre of my being is screaming for rest. Continue reading
Don’t want to run. Stumbling around in the dark because I’ve lost my fleece, everything is blurry in the low glow coming from the hall, I’ll have to run without it.
6am the bed is a warm cocoon, its dark and I know it is going to be cold outside, the house is quiet and I don’t want the alarm to go off.
The first race of 2015
A 5K race through the grounds of the Stover School, featuring the infamous ‘Torture Field’.
When all the racers are in and the finish line falls silent after the echoes of excited runners, friends and family fade away . . .what then?
Go on then, ‘Torture Field’, give it your best shot. So it did, twice, and I survived thanks to my genius training program of mince pies and not running.