Rain Man
Interval Training - 40 minutes
5 repeats of 3 minutes at effort 4 followed by 3 minutes jog recovery at effort 1; followed by 10 minutes continuous run at effort 3
Well, it had to happen I suppose. Tonight’s session was my first completely in the wet. I’m amazed I got this far through my training without getting a good soaking.
I had a long and difficult day at work today, so I hadn’t even noticed that it was raining outside. The first I knew about it was as I walked through reception at work and saw the pavement glistening in front of me. Great. Nothing like a wet evening to make you feel cheery about going training!
The rain was steady, but not torrential, so I set out around St James’ Park for another interval session, similar to the one I did last week but with an added 10 minute push at the end. I flew through puddles, dodged umbrellas, wiped the rain from my eyes and splashed my way around circuits of the park.
It felt a little easier than last time, which suggests that my body is beginning to cope with the extra effort. My technique has improved a little too. I do wonder whether I have simply learned, subconsciously, to run at a pace I can manage rather than push myself, but if I have I’m not sure what I can do about it.
I finished the session with the 10 minute mini-threshold run around Green Park, ending up just by the Ritz. I was well and truly soaked by now, including feet, so I decided to get the tube home - I didn’t think a further 40 minutes of running would yield sufficient benefits to risk injury/illness.
The Piccadilly Line was cold (unusually) and crowded (always) and I felt like a total idiot standing in the carriage in my running gear – including those very revealing lycra leggings… many people simply didn’t know where to look (others clearly did). I was pleased to escape, jog the short distance back to my flat and hit the shower.
Caroline has just called me (it’s approaching midnight) to ask if she and James can stay over tonight because they have been out in London, are drunk and may have missed their train. I love running, and training for the marathon has been brilliant, but a significant part of me wishes that I had been out with them tonight instead of doing laps of the park on my own in the rain…
5 repeats of 3 minutes at effort 4 followed by 3 minutes jog recovery at effort 1; followed by 10 minutes continuous run at effort 3
Well, it had to happen I suppose. Tonight’s session was my first completely in the wet. I’m amazed I got this far through my training without getting a good soaking.
I had a long and difficult day at work today, so I hadn’t even noticed that it was raining outside. The first I knew about it was as I walked through reception at work and saw the pavement glistening in front of me. Great. Nothing like a wet evening to make you feel cheery about going training!
The rain was steady, but not torrential, so I set out around St James’ Park for another interval session, similar to the one I did last week but with an added 10 minute push at the end. I flew through puddles, dodged umbrellas, wiped the rain from my eyes and splashed my way around circuits of the park.
It felt a little easier than last time, which suggests that my body is beginning to cope with the extra effort. My technique has improved a little too. I do wonder whether I have simply learned, subconsciously, to run at a pace I can manage rather than push myself, but if I have I’m not sure what I can do about it.
I finished the session with the 10 minute mini-threshold run around Green Park, ending up just by the Ritz. I was well and truly soaked by now, including feet, so I decided to get the tube home - I didn’t think a further 40 minutes of running would yield sufficient benefits to risk injury/illness.
The Piccadilly Line was cold (unusually) and crowded (always) and I felt like a total idiot standing in the carriage in my running gear – including those very revealing lycra leggings… many people simply didn’t know where to look (others clearly did). I was pleased to escape, jog the short distance back to my flat and hit the shower.
Caroline has just called me (it’s approaching midnight) to ask if she and James can stay over tonight because they have been out in London, are drunk and may have missed their train. I love running, and training for the marathon has been brilliant, but a significant part of me wishes that I had been out with them tonight instead of doing laps of the park on my own in the rain…
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