I got an email from the Great Manchester 10k people today – two weeks to go! On 20 May me and 40,000 other people are going to thunder round Manchester in hopefully slightly less wintery weather than we’ve got today.
Needless to say I have a cold – for two nights now I have driven MrM to sleeping on the sofa to escape my 2am coughing and wheezing.
Yesterday I went out for an early morning trot around the trails. My airways free enough to be almost overpowered by the smell of hawthorn. The mayflower is coming out too now – all very pretty. I did four miles in 43 mins 21 secs.
Ordinarily I would have been training with Adam on getting faster, but Adam was at a stag party on Saturday night and so we’re training Tuesday.
Running trail home
Today has been all work (I know, flaming Bank Holiday as well, but needs must) and yoga. There’s something very comforting about yoga, even if the plough position does challenge breathing at the best of times.
Seeing the seasons paint our landscapes is one of the joys of running.
We see the first light shift back to our early morning running times, we notice buds spring from trees that seemed dead just a couple of weeks ago. We spot bulb flowers forcing their way up from the blankets of dead leaves, we hear the dawn chorus greet us as we open our front doors to the early morning air. From the deathly, silent, darkness of winter it seems as though light, noise and life of nature is back. And how welcome it is.
A few weeks ago it was dark when I got to my 8am running training sessions on Sunday mornings. But now there’s light enough to take pictures, though these shots of Whythenshawe Hall still look moody. I don’t know much about the history of the hall, but your imagination could run riot.
Spooky: whythenshawe hall
Through gates: Whythenshawe Hall
So it’s training tomorrow. One hour of Adam half-killing me in the name of speed.
This is what I’m training for these days – The Manchester 10k run – check out the video. It looks cool. And big.
It’s called the Great Manchester Run which seems a little grandiosing to a self-depreciating amateur runner. And a little overwhelming. Yup, still nervous about it.
The plan is to get me running at six miles an hour by May. At the moment I run a 10k at five-and-a-half miles an hour and often more like at five mph. Nearly there. But not.
The good thing about having a trainer is he never lets you coast, it’s never easy. This is a cause of frustration. You feel like it’s never a stroll in the park, no matter how hard you try next time it’s But why would I pay him to give me an easy time. The point is it pushes me, because me? Left to my own devices? ‘Fa la la la la la la, hello birds, hello sky’. I need that push.
I’m off to the park to meet personal trainer, Harry, for some more ‘get faster’ training in a few minutes.
Some of us aren’t so active first thing..