Tonight we did a tempo run – well 2 x 15 mins tempos with a short recovery between. I wanted to cover 2.5 km in 15 mins to maintain a 6 min/km pace and managed to top that both times. About half way on my second lot, I wanted to stop. I had a voice in my head saying it was all too hard and I should just walk for a while, but I told that voice that I couldn’t stop in the City to Surf next week if it got too hard and I couldn’t stop in the half marathon if it got too hard so I kept running.
With warm ups and cool downs, ended up doing 10 kms altogether and finished up feeling like I’d put in a big effort but not enough to leave me half dead or anything.
When I got home, I did some more exercise… kinda. Well with no flatmates home and a big, long hallway and a footy, we decided some kick to kick in hall was a good idea. Managed not to break anything either 🙂
Last night I had a massage. She did lots of work on my calves which hurt like buggery but mostly it was good (omg, I just read that and realised the literal meaning of the expression ‘hurts like buggery’… I’d always thought of it as a term of speech before!). After the massage, I just wanted to nap on the table. Not much else going on this week, I’ve been finding it a real effort to even drag myself out of bed in the mornings.