Following my previous blog, my assistant was indeed demonstrated to be correct in assuming that I'm an idiot. Quod errata demonstrandum. (Did you see what I did there??)
When I woke up in my hotel in Boston on Tuesday morning, I found I had packed a stupidly large number of shirts, enough for a week and a half rather than 2 days, but no clean underpants. Commando day!
And then on my way back home on Thursday, I cunningly managed to lose my phone somewhere between the departure lounge, and England.
The first Eureka! moment of the week came Tuesday evening, while out on an emergency ninja underpant buying mission. My trousers were quite skiddy enough by then.
Anyway, here it is: for an instant diet - buy American sized clothes! In the Land of the Fatties (and the Home of the Cake), "Large" boxer shorts are the size of circus tents! I'm officially size "Small". Boo yah.
But back in reality, I had other stuff to do over the weekend... so the net result at the end of October is that I've managed to do pretty much bugger all training this month.
And despite what my American clothing labels would have me believe, my middle age has definitely spreaded a bit over the past few weeks.
Tonight's run is therefore going to be RUBBISH!
Hence, the second Eureka! moment.
OK, everybody knows that three 30 mile runs a week is the ONLY sensible way to train for a marathon, and that anybody who disagrees is a dribbling cretin. BUT, then if one can't actually manage any 30 milers? What then?
Well then... instead of just scoffing a few pies and heading off down the pub... just do a short run instead! An hour or so. Or half an hour. Anything. Then you might not get better, but you won't get to the end of October having taken a giant leap backwards.
OK, this might be stating the bleeding obvious to most people, but I'm obviously special.
Okeydoke, predictions for tonights run: Erm, 25 miles, 145 heart rate, 9:45 min/mile pace.
It will be VERY late when I get home, but I'll update this blog if I'm still conscious.
When I woke up in my hotel in Boston on Tuesday morning, I found I had packed a stupidly large number of shirts, enough for a week and a half rather than 2 days, but no clean underpants. Commando day!
And then on my way back home on Thursday, I cunningly managed to lose my phone somewhere between the departure lounge, and England.
The first Eureka! moment of the week came Tuesday evening, while out on an emergency ninja underpant buying mission. My trousers were quite skiddy enough by then.
Anyway, here it is: for an instant diet - buy American sized clothes! In the Land of the Fatties (and the Home of the Cake), "Large" boxer shorts are the size of circus tents! I'm officially size "Small". Boo yah.
But back in reality, I had other stuff to do over the weekend... so the net result at the end of October is that I've managed to do pretty much bugger all training this month.
And despite what my American clothing labels would have me believe, my middle age has definitely spreaded a bit over the past few weeks.
Tonight's run is therefore going to be RUBBISH!
Hence, the second Eureka! moment.
OK, everybody knows that three 30 mile runs a week is the ONLY sensible way to train for a marathon, and that anybody who disagrees is a dribbling cretin. BUT, then if one can't actually manage any 30 milers? What then?
Well then... instead of just scoffing a few pies and heading off down the pub... just do a short run instead! An hour or so. Or half an hour. Anything. Then you might not get better, but you won't get to the end of October having taken a giant leap backwards.
OK, this might be stating the bleeding obvious to most people, but I'm obviously special.
Okeydoke, predictions for tonights run: Erm, 25 miles, 145 heart rate, 9:45 min/mile pace.
It will be VERY late when I get home, but I'll update this blog if I'm still conscious.
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