Tuesday 26 July 2016
Friday 8 July 2016
Fell running is insane (but I still love it)
I have a new job. This is a very very exciting thing, and I'm bouncing about like a small child. I'll write about that elsewhere though. The important thing here is that it has an effect on my training.
Most of my training fits around work - I used to run at lunchtimes (not possible now unfortunately), but my main long intense run is (or was - I'm still on short commons because of the plantar fasciitis) on a midweek evening, homewards from work.
The new job is in Leeds, which is about 20 miles on the train. 20 miles is a nice doable distance once I get back to normal fitness, one or maybe two evenings a week or so, but there's very little ascent on the direct route. So I was thinking "OK, I can run on the towpath out to Shipley, do that at a brisk pace and I'll get a good workout in. THEN I can head up onto the moors for the rest of the journey".
This is obviously gruelling and stupid. I'm really looking forward to it.
Most of my training fits around work - I used to run at lunchtimes (not possible now unfortunately), but my main long intense run is (or was - I'm still on short commons because of the plantar fasciitis) on a midweek evening, homewards from work.
The new job is in Leeds, which is about 20 miles on the train. 20 miles is a nice doable distance once I get back to normal fitness, one or maybe two evenings a week or so, but there's very little ascent on the direct route. So I was thinking "OK, I can run on the towpath out to Shipley, do that at a brisk pace and I'll get a good workout in. THEN I can head up onto the moors for the rest of the journey".
This is obviously gruelling and stupid. I'm really looking forward to it.
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I run because I’ve never been happier than since I started running. With more encouragement to run as a teenager I’d have had a much healthier, happier time of it.
Now, 6 months into a bout of plantar fasciitis I don’t feel so much like a runner. In a good week I get to do 25-30km at a gentle pace. In a bad one I might get to walk 10km. I can feel the anxiety that dogged me through my teens and early adulthood returning. I can feel the confidence and independence and mental resilience lent me by the ability to run a marathon and more draining away.
I’m still a runner. Somewhere in my head, and my feet, and my heart and lungs, I’m still a runner.
A few more months…
(Cross posted from a comment I made here: https://pursuingthevoid.wordpress.com/2016/07/26/i-cant-run-today-day-2/)