It’s been an odd seven days. Instead of the nice, neat, “Done. Done. Done. Done. Done. Done. Done.” that I like to write in my training plan (with some added text because apparently “Done” by itself doesn’t give my long-suffering coach enough feedback), my plan has read “Shortened. Done-ish. Bailed. Modified. Modified. Modified. Done.”
Barring the “Bailed” outing (a run which had all the right ingredients for a cracker, but which felt revolting from the outset and was ditched less than four miles into the planned sixteen) the week itself has been good and has featured new trails, no particular niggles, less procrastination than usual, and even some unexpected company, but it hasn’t been as written, and that bugs me more than it should.
The shortened run fell foul of traffic and ended up being shoe-horned into a slot slightly too small for it. The done-ish run was meant to be easy but featured a panic-jog to make a 9am parkrun start. The lack of long run meant that I couldn’t justify Monday’s easy cycle recovery, so I ran Tuesday’s run on Monday, attempted Wednesday’s run on Tuesday (getting lost and running long), went for an off-the-books pootle on Wednesday, and finally ended up back on plan today.
How long I’ll stay there is anyone’s guess.
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