In just under 16 weeks to be precise. Illness the week before christmas left me unable to even walk out and about for long without being stopped in my tracks by the most attractive hacking cough, sometimes a dry doglike barking, sometimes producing greeny-phlegmy loveliness. Niiiiice. On holiday between christmas and new year, Mr F captured video footage of me on a beach in cornwall with the kids, coughing up a lung - it's a beautiful family moment. (Please delete it Mr F!)
Anyway, I’ve lost just under 3 weeks of training ….. but tentatively stepped back on the treadmill today. Result = 20 minutes and no coughing! Huzzah, and my legs still work!
Initial panic at losing much needed training time has subsided as I have A PLAN!
A 16 week plan (handy that!) I’m going to have to publicly hold myself accountable to sticking to this plan - hence the blog.
A 16 week plan (handy that!) I’m going to have to publicly hold myself accountable to sticking to this plan - hence the blog.
Guilt and shame = two excellent motivators. So here I am, Week One and committed to THE PLAN OF DOOM!
16 weeks till race day - bring it on (but not too quickly!)
I will be running 4 times a week. My plan of doom comes from the MarathonNews official magazine of the virgin money london marathon, written my Martin Yelling. So you see it's proper like, not just me winging it!
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