I did it. I actually did it. Third time lucky but I finally beat 2:10 which has been my nemesis for the past year. To say I was chuffed is an understatement, I actually dropped to my knees. The St. John’s Ambulance guys were a bit worried about me but it was pure joy and relief!
This has been a very good week for me, maybe even my strongest training week yet. As you know I am constantly battling with my confidence and don’t always believe that I’ll be able to make my dream of sub 2.10 when I take to the streets of Nottingham in three weeks’ time.
So, I’m back from my holiday in Cornwall. Rather unsurprisingly while I was away I found myself also having a little holiday from training and only managed one run. It was a great little route along the Camel Trial in Padstow and according to Strava I did a fairly decent pace (although I think Strava is a little generous with its distances).
I’ve forgotten how to run! Or at least that’s how I feel if I miss a couple of training sessions as I did this weekend due to attending not one, but two weddings. The sensible part of my brain knows this is stupid. I’m following a structured training plan and missing a few sessions isn’t going to have a massive impact, but it genuinely makes me nervous. What if I’ve wasted all that hard work?