London Week 5 - LSR PBs, 50km week, and Scouse "humour"

This is a partial experiment... This is a blog out of time and space - I'm off out tonight, so enjoy!  If this doesn't work I'll post it a day later...

This was a big week... The plan had two "easy run" 10km in during the week and then a 30km as the LSR.

The first 10km hurt, hurt like hell.  It was cold, miserable and I could feel the DOMS in every fibre of my leg muscles... But I did it, and grumped all bloody day about my legs...


The canal is great, the cyclists however could do with pointing their headlamps down - 100+ lumens in the eyes is not good when there's a wall on one side and water on the other!

The second 10km felt a lot better...


Which is all good:-) 

But Sunday loomed.... 30km... That beginning of the scary distances... After this is the 20 milers, those final LSRs before the 26.2. 

It was a lot warmer than the 6ish o'clock runs.  The regulars were out - the blind lady and her guide; the lunatic father pushing his daughter in the biggest stroller I have ever seen and the amnestic runner that I have had three identical conversations with, and he's never remembered one of them... And for the first time the weather was good enough the youths and other less inclined to be out people were lurking on the loop line... as evidenced by their "humour" - "Get your knees up, last 5" - said the large dog walker - I was 3km in, 27 km to go... So what the blazes was he going on about?  The last km when trying to hammer up the last hill, to bring it in under 3:50... To get the immortal "Hope you're running to lose weight you fat f*ck"... Well, it worked I flew the last couple of hundred metres...

Needless to say they were smoking... revenge may take a long time coming, but it might hit them...

And for the warm afterglow of a stonking PB of 20 min.  The planning, training and confidence seem to be working :-)

So next week is a light week; a 5km, a 10km and then next Sunday a racing 10km at the Mad Dog:-)

TTFN

Paul

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