Everyone around me is ill ("I'm sorry you're feeling like shit, Mrs Fix, and I want to make you feel better, but don't touch me or even breath in my direction") and I keep having ridiculously early nights to ward off the germs' embrace. It's working; just.
But I nearly stayed under the duvet this morning. Everything aches, tough session planned, why-don't-I-get-to-take-sick-days, etc.
Crawled upright and made it out to do the first interval session in ages. A pseudo-Yasso thing. 10 x 800 @ 10k-ish pace with 1min walk recoveries. Got through it. Indulged in psychological trickery by doing the last one a little more quickly and convincing myself the minutes-to-hours correlation will happen (2:50).
I love the fact Regents Park cinder track is free and close to work, but I hate the tight radius bends and the fact that if you pick an outer lane to lessen the centrifugal shenanigans, you have to cope with off-camber topography that threatens to ping you down a ditch and into the canal. Still, mustn't grumble.
But I ended up doing something to my hip running track sessions. Alternating did directions helped, but obvs could only do that when the track was mostly empty.
Everyone around me is ill ("I'm sorry you're feeling like shit, Mrs Fix, and I want to make you feel better, but don't touch me or even breath in my direction") and I keep having ridiculously early nights to ward off the germs' embrace. It's working; just.
But I nearly stayed under the duvet this morning. Everything aches, tough session planned, why-don't-I-get-to-take-sick-days, etc.
Crawled upright and made it out to do the first interval session in ages. A pseudo-Yasso thing. 10 x 800 @ 10k-ish pace with 1min walk recoveries. Got through it. Indulged in psychological trickery by doing the last one a little more quickly and convincing myself the minutes-to-hours correlation will happen (2:50).
I love the fact Regents Park cinder track is free and close to work, but I hate the tight radius bends and the fact that if you pick an outer lane to lessen the centrifugal shenanigans, you have to cope with off-camber topography that threatens to ping you down a ditch and into the canal. Still, mustn't grumble.