Bank Holiday weekend
It’s May Bank Holiday weekend, I have a couple of runs planned for this weekend. Looking back at my stats for April it is quite evident that I need to get some runs under my belt if I am to have any chance of finishing the Southend Half Marathon next month.
To be fair, I have ran in excess of 13 miles on numerous occasions, and completing the course shouldn’t really be a problem, but you know what they say…’practice makes perfect!’ and I intend on practicing quite a bit.
Half Marathon training
This morning’s plan was to get out and run 10 – 15 miles at a steady pace. I didn’t want to do anything silly, especially seeing as I had a 10 miler planned for tomorrow with my mate Crispy.
Looking out of the window it was evident that the recent rain wasn’t about to cease at any time too soon, judging by the clouds in the sky and the puddles on the ground, although it wasn’t raining at the moment, I hoped we may get a drop during the run, it’s always quite refreshing to feel the rain on your skin when running.
I headed out, setting off for the usual back route around the village and then down into Chelmsford. At four miles everything was good, I was running about an 8m 40s mile.
At mile six I felt a little burning sensation on the underside of the arch of my right foot, it got hotter with each mile and I could feel the hot spot spreading. At mile 8 there was s familiar burning sensation beginning to bubble on the arch of my left foot. Bloody typical.
I had no choice but to keep on going. After a couple of miles the pain became, well, pretty much bearable. God knows what the blisters looked like, I felt the one on my right foot pop at one stage, the warm watery mess oozing out into my sock.
No pain no gain
The final 5 miles of the 12.5 mile run were probably slower than I would of liked, I was pleased to pass the 10 mile point with a good couple of miles to go. My legs were beginning to feel it, I’d run a couple of miles quite tentatively when I felt the blisters coming, this affected my stride and my pace a little, I just knuckled down and pushed on.
The 12.5 miles took me 1 hour 52 minutes, not exactly speedy gonzales, but a respectable time none-the-less.
Once home, I stretched and warmed down, and then inspected my burning feet…what a mess! I hoped they would be OK for tomorrow.
Here’s the blister festooned run!