As with most things in life, plans just turn out how you hoped.
Week two of my London Marathon training was case and point. I had goals in mind, I had targets to reach and training all mapped out. However life inevitably got in the way, with work commitments taking me on the road and cold weather hindering my training outside.
So how did training plan out for the week?
Monday: much needed rest day and sports massage (ouch).
Tuesday: 1 Miles. Treadmill
Wednesday: 3 Miles. Treadmill
Thursday: 5 Miles. Outdoor. Sub zero temperatures.
Friday: Rest Day
Saturday: 8 Miles. Treadmill
Sunday: 9.5 Mile walk
Total running mileage: 17 Miles
Starting the week with a rest day and sports massage sounded idyllic in theory. Then, half way into the massage it starts to sink in that the planned run for the following day will be difficult. The painful process of easing out the muscles was intense, though strangely satisfying. The only issue – feeling like a tenderised piece of meat the next morning.
So it is safe to say my planned run for Tuesday did not go well. One mile in my battered muscles were not playing ball.
Work! We have all had times when work gets in the way of training – and last week was one of those for me. Driving to the south coast on Wednesday meant an early start, six hours behind the wheel and missing my usual spinning session.
Thursday, again I was back to the south coast and thinking it will be another bad day for training. Luckily I managed to get home at a reasonable time, fitting in a five mile steady run. However, the sub zero temperatures saw my breathing struggle and made me re-evaluate my training plan should the temperature drop further.
After 12 hours driving the days prior, I knew my usual early morning spinning class on Friday would not happen. Being on the road for two days on the trot had completely wiped me out. A second rest day was on the cards as I prepared for a long run on Saturday.
Baring in mind the temperature drop I headed straight to the treadmill on Saturday morning, getting the planned eight miles under my belt as a result. At least one day went to plan!!
Sunday saw me rise early and join my usual walking buddies. Again, sub zero temperatures and before sunrise too, we headed out to complete an impressive 9.5 miles before most had risen from their beds.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing at Champneys Henlow (review to follow soon), making the most of the hot tub, pool and thalassotherapy treatments – easing the achy muscles.
So – the week did not go as planned. Too much got in the way and my mileage goal was not met. But, that was just one week.
I am now well into week three and am determined not to be distracted.
Goals for the week:
Let’s see how it goes……..