How does that happen, then?
Having trained on Thursday with Adam, I had today for my long run. Supposedly a steady, easy eight miles.
And yet I ran my best 5k and 10k times.
How weird is that?
Furthermore, I ran down by the river for a fair part of it and so was running on grass, which is far harder to achieve times on than tarmac. And I was running in the morning on nothing more than a cup of tea and a banana. Bizarre.
Of course I had about 11 hours sleep last night and I slept on the sofa for an hour yesterday afternoon after a four-mile gentle jog round the meadows.
Is that the secret to best running – sleep? I think we under-estimate its importance in our post-industrial revolution world. WIth factories and urbanisation came regimented sleep. When the lightbulb was invented man slept three hours less a night. Is that good for us? Perhaps not enough is impacting on our health. I don’t know about you, but I make do with six-seven hours a night, more often than not. Is that good for me?
It was a lovely fresh sunny morning, possibly a factor. Fresh cool air in your lungs is a treat when they’re used to shrinking against icy blasts.
I was wearing shorts – sounds minor, but fresh air around your legs is one of my favourite feelings – just delicious after months of being trussed up in lycra. Did that send me round faster?
I wasn’t even trying to run fast, I was just trying to keep up my pace, but I hit 5k in 33.20, 10k in 69.25 and finished 8 miles in 1.35.10 – yes, jogging it home.
Perhaps the strength training I do has a hand in it. I swing that kettlebell around every evening. Are all those squats paying off?
Anyway, moving forward and that’s the plan isn’t it – running faster.