Where dows time go to - Must be a sign of getting older but the months seem to tick by so quickly, and at times so slowly. They rush by when you are injured and have a marathon planned for 20 weeks away - oops - make that 17 weeks away - see another three weeks missed! - When you are waiting for something nice to happen, the days tick by slowly, tick, tock, tick tock.....dragging out each minue, each hour....
Well, it's the end of June, and my Marathon, Dublin, is at the end of October. Another month has passed when my training has been more like that of someone training for the school sports egg and spoon race. On the plus side, I managed another race, a 10Km whilst in Argentina, and I clocked 52:14, which isn't too bad, but on the minus side, just as I got my training into a pattern, I came down with flu, so ten days lost... C'est la vie!
Anyway, Thursday I was back to work and back to the gym, and an easy 4km, and this morning I went out and ran one of my favourite, albeit short, training runs, The Two Bridges I call it, using the Liffey quay as my base. It's been a regular sounding board for my levels of fitness over the last three years, it's only 2.4 miles, but a good guide, and today I ran 19:38 on a plesant sunny morning. It felt hard, as it should given I had missed those ten days from a low base in itself, but I got around and feel good for the run.
A 5K race next weekend is on the agenda, and despite everything June will be my highest mileage of the year to day - again, the base wasn't that good, so nothing to write home about, but hopefully, all is going in the right direction again.
