Saturday. Pre breakfast.

After a two day rest, I was itching to run again. I woke up at 7am on the dot (without an alarm. I never use an alarm), and decided there and then that I was going to do my four miles today. Right then, in fact.

I leapt out of bed and instantly regretted it. A pain went shooting through my right knee, causing me to sit straight back down on the bed. ‘Uh-oh’, I thought, ‘this could be serious’. I straightened my leg and felt the same pain again, and quickly reverted it to a bent position. I tried to wiggle my knee-cap, but as you know, your patella doesn’t move so much when your leg is bent. I straightened it again and the pain, whilst still there was not anything like as sharp.

I took a walk downstairs, and then back up, thinking that if I can cope with stairs, it cannot be that bad. It seemed OK, but just didn’t feel ‘right’; not a pain as such, more just a tightness.

Management decision time. We are going running.

So I got ready, and I went. By this time it was around 7:45am. I had not eaten since around 7pm the night before. I did, however, imbibe about two thirds of a bottle of wine around midnight, which probably has something to do with my poor decision making at breakfast time on Saturday.

After a thorough stretch, a glass of water, and a final look in the mirror (hey, I know it’s early, but I gotta look good…), I headed out of the door, without really deciding where I was going.

I ran a four mile route with Kasia last week (see previously), and it went bad, and our regular one mile route can form a series of laps, but both start with the same road section, so off I went.

A couple of minutes in, and I decided to do the laps, purely because I wanted to measure my times better, and stick to the slower pace.

I have to tell you that this was one of my favourite runs ever. I felt good (if tired and a little hungover), and I stuck almost perfectly to a 7:30 / mile pace for the entire four laps, meaning that I got round without walking once. I also had no pain from my diaphragm, or my back, or my foot. Or even my knee.

Having read even more this week about running theory, apparently, running the longer distances time and time again will naturally build up the muscles and endurance, and the pace will find itself. So while I know that I can run a mile at around 5 minutes, I don’t need to. Yet. Eventually, my pace time will pick itself up. I’ll keep you posted…

We hit the magic 120 days mark today. Officially I’ve got that many more days before the race, which in reality gives me around 100 more training days, as the last couple of weeks before the marathon are designed as a taper, to stop me from wearing myself out before the big day.

The next couple of weeks, I’ll be looking into my diet a bit more, now that I know what I’ve been doing wrong with the actually running. I don’t eat meat, and Kasia is vegan, so we’re pretty good at what we do eat (except for my afore mentioned peanut habit), but even then, we can step up our game, and fuel our bodies rather than just fill our bellies.

Luckily, both of us are good cooks, and adventurous with it (yeah, I know I just said we’re vegetarians), so we’re always finding new things or trying out new recipes.

Right. Back to bed for an hour. I’m moving house today.