Me, I’m knackered. Not going to lie. My body isn’t sure what’s going on. This is the most running I have done consistently, ever. Added to that is the fact that I’ve switched my routine from evening to morning runs. I am not a morning person, but it had to be done. My sisters and their children, who I see once or twice a year, are coming home next month and evenings become very precious for the two weeks that they are here. I try to see them after work as much as I can, and to hang out with my nieces and nephews for a few hours, so trying to fit that in along with training seemed too much to ask for. I thought it best to get into the routine early.
In truth, I moved to early runs after the Mini Marathon. I was quite disappointed by my run on the day, but I think it was a good thing. It’s lit a fire under me, and I am more focused than I had been before. I generally wouldn’t describe myself as competitive, but I’m not sure how true that is. I was really annoyed with myself after the Mini and this is not an emotion I want to experience again, so I guess there is a little competitor inside somewhere, which I think is a good thing.
While I’m not loving the slightly earlier starts to my day, I am pushing through. I have had to talk myself into a few of the runs and I haven’t skipped any, which I’m taking as a win. And, while I’m feeling tired at the moment, I think it’s just my body getting used to the changes. I do think I’ll have some work to do on the diet front. Getting the fuel right for a morning run is tricky. I don’t have time to eat before I leave (I am really pushing the limit of how early I can/am willing to get up), and there are days when I really feel it. I did a long run last Sunday. I had breakfast at 8am and headed out at about 10am, and it was the most consistent pace I’ve achieved.
"One good thing about the morning run is that my route, which is heavily populated by fast-food outlets, doesn’t smell like fish and chips."
While not the fastest, my time was very evenly split, and I felt good doing it. It may be part psychological, but I think it made the difference. Over the next few weeks, I’m going to be working on getting the fuel balance right, filling up on the good stuff in the evenings, so I don’t feel like I’m running on empty in the mornings. Any and all recipe suggest are welcome!
One good thing about the morning run is that my route, which is heavily populated by fast-food outlets, doesn’t smell like fish and chips. There are some evenings when that smell would make me weak at the knees.
I do also love the feeling of having the job done at the start of the day. I read somewhere that you should always make your bed in the morning because it gives you a sense of having achieved one thing before leaving the house, and this is certainly a good feeling. I feel more awake getting into work and I enjoy the feeling that my lungs have been pushed.
Saying all that, I am excited about the ‘lie-ins’ that the occasional rest day affords, and on those days, I’ll hopefully squeeze in a yoga session to deal with some tight hip flexors that I’ve recently been introduced to! The joys of running eh?