Seems like I’ve only just arrived but I’m saying a goodbye, but just for now.
I’m off on holiday for a week – to Mallorca for a bit of sun in Palma.
But I’m back early September and Harry’s scheduled hill sessions for a midweek session which is supposed to build stamina and I think he calls it VO2, but something to do with my breathing while running improving. Which is what I like. Being able to breathe is always good.
Hills? I’m thinking tough – not that it’s going to keep me off the tapas.
Anyway, you can rest assured I will tell you all about it.
Adios chicos y chicas x
All right, running for an hour isn’t really long distance running, but for me running an hour is a long run. It’s my longest run of the week and it’s also my longest run to date, so feeling supersonic today, all glowy and choosing to ignore my aching thighs.
So would I say using a personal trainer helps you run faster after this morning? Well it’s certainly impacting on my stamina. And I didn’t feel like my lungs were going to explode at any point, and I knew I could do the hilly bits AND I didn’t wheeze.
I am, pretty much, cock-a-hoop.
Of course now I should really start measuring my progress with more than a standard wrist watch. Harry said you can get a sports watch with a heart rate monitor for a pretty decent price these days so I’ll check that out soon. Because it’s now dark when I set out at 5.20am and I can only see what my watch says if I’m under a lamppost. Not ideal.
I did wonder where everyone was this morning as I jogged through the empty streets trying not to think about 28 Days Later. I usually see people going off to work or waiting for buses but I didn’t see a soul until I passed a blind woman at a bus stop in Didsbury at about 5.50am when it was getting light enough to run around the park.
Wooded areas are all a bit too Blair Witch for me unless it’s daylight, but again no one about and it was only as I headed up for home, past the river, that I saw a car parked by its path. I assumed it was a dog walker parked up, but as I passed it became apparent there were two people in the car, in the one seat. Let’s just call it ‘courting’.
So I’m not the only riser in my neck of the woods!