So, here I am, sitting here trying to resist the temptation to chuck on my running kit and get out for a run through the storms and rain. I love running in the rain and storm conditions, all a ‘man vs. nature’ thing. Great fun and strangely cleansing.
Anyway, the point is that I am not going out. This is my 4th week, the calm week, the eye of the storm. While all those London Marathon runners are getting ready for Sunday, I’m sitting back, relatively speaking.
It was going to be even quieter but somehow I’ve managed to run 32 miles since Sunday, when I had only been planning in the early 20s. Yes, a real rest week. I got cleverly persuaded through my misguided competitiveness to go out with two friends, one of whose Parish Walk training blog you can see, here: the Wild Parish Walk. Anyway, it was a nice run, so not really complaining.
But it has meant I’ve taken two days off, and am getting itchy feet, not literally at least. I will run down and back to the local swimming pool tomorrow morning, with a nice 1 mile swim added in as a bonus.
As a guide, this has been my weekly mileage:
- w/c 9th March - 14.48 miles (after last race)
- w/c 16th March - 26.11 miles
- w/c 23rd March - 32.20 miles
- w/c 30th March - 41.04 miles
- w/c 06th April - 32.37 miles (this week…)
So I’m keeping to my four weeks climax followed by a calm week, and then up again. If I can keep up this for the next, well, two years, it should get my distances up nice, high and regular. Mid September would be a just right for a relaxing month, and then build up base again.
There’s an ultra event in Aquitaine, France usually in June, that I will try and enter next year. Similar setup to the Sahara Marathon. Little events in between, all adding up to the final one.