Holy crap…taper… can’t be time for that yet?
Well many do think that training eases off around taper and you can relax…can you f**k! Still loads of work to be done and a small decrease on the endurance run of a whole 4 mile! I’m grateful for small mercies, even if it is a whole miserable 4 mile across the whole week.
This week the fact I am human hit me like a tonne of bricks. I have been running relying on sensible management of pain in my right leg but it was grinding on me and after Mondays 4 miler I was swiftly put on the rest bench by Dermot for 2 solid days rest.
Rest? What the hell is that? On asking what am I meant to do he actually expected me to rest and do nothing. So 2 days of ice, rest and stretching was a foot.
I did wonder had I over done it at Annaghmore. But on reflection I didn’t push myself too much, yes it was a tough course but what I gained from it in confidence outweighed the effect it had on my body. I honestly just think my right leg which hasn’t been right since before Knockagh in August was reminding me that I need to give it a break.
Thankfully I’d to work Wednesday and took the girls for intervals on Wednesday evening so wasn’t going totally mad.
Thursday I returned to the roads. My usual 8 mile mid week endurance run was cut to 4-6 mile to see how I faired. I had my eyes set firmly on Saturdays long run and this was just for me to gauge how I was holding up. So painkiller less and leaving the deep heat and magnesium spray at home I laced up the shoes and off I went up the Dundrum Road-again.
I purposely went slower than normal and against directions of not to over think- I spent the whole first 3 mile analysing every tweak in every muscle and tore my form apart. It wasn’t a great run for my head but by the turn at mile 3 I had caught myself on and shouted at myself. Funny enough after that everything relaxed and the final 3 mile was grand.
I went to see Grainne again afterwards and although the right leg was in better shape than last week there was still work to be done including some dry needling on my hamstring which as always is like a magical cure and after I didn’t throw up all over the place my hamstring was good to go.
Friday was rest day and I did rest. Focusing on hydrating and what I was eating. 20-22 was on the schedule and it was already playing on my mind. I wasn’t going to be alone. I’d Jennifer coming along to test her legs after a phenomenal weekend of running at the Monaghan Back2Back marathons the previous weekend. And my new running conscience, Laura Jane, joining me for a good portion of the miles.
An early night had me up at 6am for the usual eggs in a cup and off to the 12 arches. It was really dark! Glad I’d told the girls to take the headtorches as even the birds weren’t up.
And bang on time we hit the road at 7am, head torches on and many miles to be covered.
It was good after last week’s run at Annaghmore where I spent 17 of the 18 mile on my own to have company. We got to hear all about the 2 marathons in Monaghan, Laura Janes first tackle at 13.1 in a few years as she owned over 5 laps of the lake and the highlights and lowlights of my race last week.
With 6 mile done, Jennifer called it a day. To be honest she isn’t wise… who gets up at ridiculous o clock to come run with me? Most normal people would still be in bed at that stage and she’d a run done and all.
So a quick refuel and off Laura Jane and I went for what we hoped to be another 8. As always after 6 mile I settled into the run knowing Id started and i would finish. Got an unexpected hug from Joe out getting another long run into the legs for DCM.
As per normal the wind had begun to pick up and I pulled on the golden line to heaven to make my last 6 mile wind free. Laura Jane kept me grounded and had been over all I had to think about in the last 6 mile on my own. Had checked a million times how my leg was and reminded me to refuel and to just get to 17 and it’s all easy enough back.
I have to admit I have been blown away by how well She has come on and embraced running, particularly over the past 2 months. Bet she wishes she never met me that evening at the lake when I said…come on do intervals with me next week. Joining in with the progressives has seen her confidence grow alongside the mileage she clocks up weekly.
Invaluable support on my long runs and pushing herself to new distances which not only helps her but makes such a difference to my run. With her first half marathon booked for the day before DCM we can taper together.
So at 14 mile I was on my own to see through the last 6 miles. I’ll admit. I was already defeated before I was on my own. These 6 mile where going to be the death of me. After such a challenging week with being on the bench and mentally struggling. It wasn’t going to be pretty but I was going to make it to 20.
Mile 16 is when the head staggers got me. I was so over running as my watch just wouldn’t seem to show me going as fast as I wanted to be. No matter how much I chanted to myself or drove forward I just wasn’t getting anywhere. On reflection the pace wasn’t woeful actually it was dead on but the battle in my head had convinced me otherwise.
By 18 mile I was back on and on the home straight home. Finishing a few minutes on front of where I had hoped to be.
I now know that on a bad day I have to find my last 10k (After 32k previous to that) in 1hr20 to make aim. No pressure. I’m 30mins ahead of where I was this time last year for my DCM16 long run and that’s a HUGE improvement.
With 3 weeks to go I know that my mid week runs are to become invaluable yet I need to let go of my obsession with my pace. I’ve to get to DCM17 in 1 piece and fit. I’ve never trained for a time before and that unnerves me a bit.
So the long awaited taper… less than 3 weeks to go.