On the Seventh Day, She Rested

In 6 days, you could get a lot done. You could read War and Peace. You could walk from London to Edinburgh. You could drink 12 glasses of wine and eat 51 KitKats (if you were a woman obeying UK guidelines). You could even create the Heavens and the Earth.

I couldn’t. What I could do was run every day and give my training plan a good kicking. A mid-week interval session gave me thigh burn of the first degree, but I pushed through it with two consecutive days of slow ‘recovery’ running and made it to Sunday’s long run feeling surprisingly fresh.

A summary of the week is below. Annoyingly, life might get in the way of this week’s running, making me struggle to get to 35 miles. I want to be running 40, but I do have 14 weeks to go, so think what I could achieve in that…

Tuesday: 5 miles (easy)
Wednesday: 6 miles (steady)
Thursday: 5 miles (with intervals)
Friday: 4 miles (slow)
Saturday: 6 miles (easy)
Sunday: 10 miles (slow)

Total: 36 miles