I've been exercising as if I were training for something, but I'm not, particularly, though I did sign up for this year's Run for the Toad, which has got me back to weekend long runs. Thankfully, there's been time every weekend for a long run -- for the past five weekends. My first long run was a painful and painfully slow 15km, and I'm now up to 21.6km (why didn't I just run a few extra steps and round that off? because the trail ended there, that's why!).
My most recent run was on a beautiful trail made out of an old rail line through Eastern Ontario. We were on holiday, or I'd run there all the time. Wish we had such a fabulous trail nearby. I ran the half-marathon distance in 1:57 minutes, which is slower than I'd expect to run it in a race, but pretty fast for a gentle training run. As per my style, I started slow slow slow, and by the end was knocking off 5-minute-flat kilometre splits. I don't know why my body works that way, but I just get into a groove and start rolling.
I've been having painful cramping after my long runs, however. Not that this discourages me, but it does make recovery more difficult and stretches out the time needed to commit to a long run every weekend. I'm hoping it will pass as my body becomes more accustomed to the distance. I would like to be running 20km every weekend -- or longer, of course. It only took five weeks to go from it being really really hard to run 15km to truly pleasant to run over 20km.
Also boosting my fitness in the past two weeks has been a daily swim. I swam 10km last week, and will only get to about 8km this week. I'm swimming during my older kids' daily swim lesson, which goes for an hour, and they only have four lessons this week. I've gotten a bit faster over the past two weeks, but not remarkably faster. It took me the full hour to swim 2000m on day one, and I now can do it in about 50 minutes, but that's still slooooowwww. I think I'll always be a slow swimmer. But I definitely have endurance -- I could just keep going and going. And I can swim in really cold water! It's been cold both weeks, with the temp in the pool hovering around 68 degrees F and the air temp around 18-19 degrees C. No sun. Rain a few days. Cloud cover. Fun! By the end of the hour I'm shivering uncontrollably and my teeth are chattering -- in the pool, while swimming!
A couple of days I was one of only two lane swimmers in the whole pool -- and the one day the other guy was in a wet suit. I was thinking that only someone training hard for something would put themselves through the experience -- and me! I don't know why, but I actually weirdly enjoy it. It gives me a mental break from everything else going on in my life. It makes me feel heroic, which is silly, since it's a completely self-induced heroisim that could potentially look like idiocy to an outside viewer, but there it is.
A couple of weeks ago I ran 40km and played two soccer games AND went to a boot camp within a five-day span. This is what my summer has been like. I've been working out -- hard. I'm not sure why, but it feels necessary. I suspect it's keeping me sane. It's been a crazy summer, with curve balls thrown at us, and the need to stay mentally calm and focused in order to get really hard work done ... I don't know what I'd do without the running/swimming/soccer/weight training. I think I would have collapsed by now. Instead, I feel like I feel in the pool: heroic and strong!
(As a side note, I hope I haven't jinxed myself by writing about this -- as soon as I note my training pace, it seems something pops up to prevent me from doing my daily workout ...)
Friday, August 9, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Training with friends
I just have to write a brief post today, noting that my friend Nath is leaving for a year. We've been getting up early together for the past two-and-a-half years, at least once a week, and often twice. We started with lane swims, when she was a much faster swimmer than I was. It was encouraging to go with a friend, even when we were in different lanes. Then it was a spin class, introduced to me by another friend, Tricia, who is also, coincidentally, leaving this coming week for a year. We all cycled together two years ago when I was training for the triathlon. Then Nath and I added in a spin and kettlebells class, both of us learning how to swing the bells as novices, though I think we've graduated to experts by now, a year and a half later. (We got Tricia to join us for a session, and I'm always trying to recruit friends to try it out.) We've lately been trying out an early morning boot camp, too.
Anyway, today was the first Monday in a long long long time that I didn't wake up and meet Nath. Thankfully, I was meeting another friend, Rachel, who I recruited awhile back, so I wasn't lonely. But I still missed Nath.
I know she and Tricia are both off on amazing adventures with their families, and I'm glad for them to get the opportunity to see and do and experience new and wonderful things. But I'll miss them both. A lot.
When I started the triathlon project, coming up on three years ago now, it really didn't cross my mind that training would be anything but solo, a private venture undertaken on my own. But I quickly learned otherwise. Tricia was the first person I told about my triathlon idea, and she was completely supportive -- plus she had practical experience, and suggestions about training options, including this tough spin class she introduced me to.
I was thinking about this on my long run on Saturday (which I do still run alone) -- how if I were to write a little book of advice on how to get fit and active as a non-athletically-inclined adult, which is exactly what I was (believe it or not) three years ago, one of the critical pieces of success would be: do it with friends. Get others involved in your goals. Set goals together. Set routines together. Meet each other early. Text the night before to remind each other to set alarms, and encourage each other to go to bed, and greet each other with quiet or chat, as the mood strikes, early in the morning. You get to overshare about aching muscles the day afterward, too, with someone who really understands.
I don't think it matters what your goals are, really, not at all. My goals have changed over the years that I've become a fitter and more active person. I know I like living in a strong body, and that's part of it, but definitely not the whole story. The process itself is the reason to do it. That glow of achievement after difficult exertion. Look at us! We did it! That's what's I've shared with the friends I train with.
So ... I'll think of you especially on Mondays, Nath, til you're back. I'll keep the kettlebells warm for you.
Anyway, today was the first Monday in a long long long time that I didn't wake up and meet Nath. Thankfully, I was meeting another friend, Rachel, who I recruited awhile back, so I wasn't lonely. But I still missed Nath.
I know she and Tricia are both off on amazing adventures with their families, and I'm glad for them to get the opportunity to see and do and experience new and wonderful things. But I'll miss them both. A lot.
When I started the triathlon project, coming up on three years ago now, it really didn't cross my mind that training would be anything but solo, a private venture undertaken on my own. But I quickly learned otherwise. Tricia was the first person I told about my triathlon idea, and she was completely supportive -- plus she had practical experience, and suggestions about training options, including this tough spin class she introduced me to.
I was thinking about this on my long run on Saturday (which I do still run alone) -- how if I were to write a little book of advice on how to get fit and active as a non-athletically-inclined adult, which is exactly what I was (believe it or not) three years ago, one of the critical pieces of success would be: do it with friends. Get others involved in your goals. Set goals together. Set routines together. Meet each other early. Text the night before to remind each other to set alarms, and encourage each other to go to bed, and greet each other with quiet or chat, as the mood strikes, early in the morning. You get to overshare about aching muscles the day afterward, too, with someone who really understands.
I don't think it matters what your goals are, really, not at all. My goals have changed over the years that I've become a fitter and more active person. I know I like living in a strong body, and that's part of it, but definitely not the whole story. The process itself is the reason to do it. That glow of achievement after difficult exertion. Look at us! We did it! That's what's I've shared with the friends I train with.
So ... I'll think of you especially on Mondays, Nath, til you're back. I'll keep the kettlebells warm for you.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Overdone
I am a mess of aches this morning. Good grief!
This follows a dreamy running week last week, no pain, holding fast times without feeling the effort, and running 42 kilometres over six days. But then I played soccer on Sunday, about an hour after my last effortless run. I got up Monday to swing kettlebells, and played more soccer on Monday night. When I ran again on Tuesday evening, yesterday, it was a totally different run than Sunday's bliss, even though I was going a similar distance. My right ankle felt swollen, and the pain shot up my leg with every stride. I made it 6.85 painful kilometres -- usually I would top up my distance upon return to even it out, but I didn't even care. I was in too much pain. I even stopped to stretch along the way to see if that would help. It was agony to hold a 5:10 pace, which I managed, but barely. Ordinarily that wouldn't be terribly disappointing. But honestly, last week every run was around a 4:40 pace that felt next thing to effortless. I thought I'd turned a corner, speedwise and effortwise.
I'm wondering whether that fast week of running was due to NOT playing soccer the previous weekend. So it could be that soccer is wrecking my running.
But I'm not going to stop playing soccer.
I got up this morning and dragged myself on my usual run with my friend, 8.8km, slow. So within 14 hours, I ran about 15.5km, none of them pleasant. Clearly I need to take it easy for a day or two. I have another run scheduled for tomorrow evening (I run when I have the opportunity, not necessarily spaced for optimum training purposes), but I'll see how I'm feeling.
I find it funny how quickly I can go from feeling strong and quick and in excellent shape, to feeling quite the opposite, achy, old, limping, slow.
This follows a dreamy running week last week, no pain, holding fast times without feeling the effort, and running 42 kilometres over six days. But then I played soccer on Sunday, about an hour after my last effortless run. I got up Monday to swing kettlebells, and played more soccer on Monday night. When I ran again on Tuesday evening, yesterday, it was a totally different run than Sunday's bliss, even though I was going a similar distance. My right ankle felt swollen, and the pain shot up my leg with every stride. I made it 6.85 painful kilometres -- usually I would top up my distance upon return to even it out, but I didn't even care. I was in too much pain. I even stopped to stretch along the way to see if that would help. It was agony to hold a 5:10 pace, which I managed, but barely. Ordinarily that wouldn't be terribly disappointing. But honestly, last week every run was around a 4:40 pace that felt next thing to effortless. I thought I'd turned a corner, speedwise and effortwise.
I'm wondering whether that fast week of running was due to NOT playing soccer the previous weekend. So it could be that soccer is wrecking my running.
But I'm not going to stop playing soccer.
I got up this morning and dragged myself on my usual run with my friend, 8.8km, slow. So within 14 hours, I ran about 15.5km, none of them pleasant. Clearly I need to take it easy for a day or two. I have another run scheduled for tomorrow evening (I run when I have the opportunity, not necessarily spaced for optimum training purposes), but I'll see how I'm feeling.
I find it funny how quickly I can go from feeling strong and quick and in excellent shape, to feeling quite the opposite, achy, old, limping, slow.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Check in
Time for my monthly check-in! If I'm even checking in that often anymore. In the absence of race goals, my training feels less purposeful. But I continue to prioritize time for exercise, mostly because it feels good and keeps me healthy, mentally as well as physically.
I haven't been doing any long runs. That's hard, and I miss doing it. My weekends are packed full with children's activities, mostly, and there simply isn't time. So I run when I can. For example, I squeezed in a twenty-one minute run on Sunday morning during my son's swim lesson. It was literally the only time available in the entire day, so I grabbed it. Thank heavens for the sunshine, or I might not have made the effort. I basically just ran around the nearby park as fast as I could. I kept to a 4:45 pace, more or less, and made it 4.5km. I wanted to keep going! But had to stop, and was actually one minute late to pick up my son. Will likely do that again, assuming there's no other time available.
I did the same thing last Tuesday evening, grabbing available time, and running during my daughter's soccer practice. It was absolutely pissing rain, cold and miserable, and I did not feel like going, but I put on my gear, packed dry clothes, and went. It turned out to be a nice run. I didn't push myself very hard, basically just enjoyed the mildly heroic feeling of being out for a run in hellish conditions. I went 8.5km in about 45 minutes. Not breaking any records, but I'm trying to remind myself it's not always about pushing to the limit. Sometimes it's just about showing up. I'd also just done a spin and weights class the day before, AND played an hour of soccer with a men's team the previous evening, which was a challenge of another sort. I was feeling pretty achy and tired.
Playing soccer with my husband's team ... the only woman ... it felt strange. I felt like I needed to prove myself worthy of being on the field, and I was very hard on myself for not getting the ball in the net, although I did have several opportunities to score thanks to good positioning. And I ran hard the whole game. But I'm not going again tonight. Partly, I just feel tired. Partly, I'll admit it's a lack of confidence. I wasn't sure the men wanted me there (although why would it matter whether they did? -- my husband manages the team and invited me to come out, and there are other guys coming out for the scrimmage that won't be on the team).
I just wasn't at ease with the dynamics.
This has been a tough week for my confidence, honestly, and it's probably more about my own headspace than about any of the messages I imagined I was receiving on the field. It's a challenge to be the odd-woman out, in any situation. It's a challenge to try new things. To be, potentially, exposed as not being all that good at something. I'm not the best soccer player. I'm fast and tough and can steal the ball, but I can't carry the ball up the field, and my shot is pretty weak. I need work. My husband points out that I need to play more to get better, and should come out with that in mind, rather than worrying about how good I am right now.
He's right.
My excuse tonight is that I'm exhausted, and don't sleep well after late-night exercise. I need rest. I need recovery. I need to restore my confidence ... but how? ... and then I'll get back on the field with the guys. Maybe next week.
I haven't been doing any long runs. That's hard, and I miss doing it. My weekends are packed full with children's activities, mostly, and there simply isn't time. So I run when I can. For example, I squeezed in a twenty-one minute run on Sunday morning during my son's swim lesson. It was literally the only time available in the entire day, so I grabbed it. Thank heavens for the sunshine, or I might not have made the effort. I basically just ran around the nearby park as fast as I could. I kept to a 4:45 pace, more or less, and made it 4.5km. I wanted to keep going! But had to stop, and was actually one minute late to pick up my son. Will likely do that again, assuming there's no other time available.
I did the same thing last Tuesday evening, grabbing available time, and running during my daughter's soccer practice. It was absolutely pissing rain, cold and miserable, and I did not feel like going, but I put on my gear, packed dry clothes, and went. It turned out to be a nice run. I didn't push myself very hard, basically just enjoyed the mildly heroic feeling of being out for a run in hellish conditions. I went 8.5km in about 45 minutes. Not breaking any records, but I'm trying to remind myself it's not always about pushing to the limit. Sometimes it's just about showing up. I'd also just done a spin and weights class the day before, AND played an hour of soccer with a men's team the previous evening, which was a challenge of another sort. I was feeling pretty achy and tired.
Playing soccer with my husband's team ... the only woman ... it felt strange. I felt like I needed to prove myself worthy of being on the field, and I was very hard on myself for not getting the ball in the net, although I did have several opportunities to score thanks to good positioning. And I ran hard the whole game. But I'm not going again tonight. Partly, I just feel tired. Partly, I'll admit it's a lack of confidence. I wasn't sure the men wanted me there (although why would it matter whether they did? -- my husband manages the team and invited me to come out, and there are other guys coming out for the scrimmage that won't be on the team).
I just wasn't at ease with the dynamics.
This has been a tough week for my confidence, honestly, and it's probably more about my own headspace than about any of the messages I imagined I was receiving on the field. It's a challenge to be the odd-woman out, in any situation. It's a challenge to try new things. To be, potentially, exposed as not being all that good at something. I'm not the best soccer player. I'm fast and tough and can steal the ball, but I can't carry the ball up the field, and my shot is pretty weak. I need work. My husband points out that I need to play more to get better, and should come out with that in mind, rather than worrying about how good I am right now.
He's right.
My excuse tonight is that I'm exhausted, and don't sleep well after late-night exercise. I need rest. I need recovery. I need to restore my confidence ... but how? ... and then I'll get back on the field with the guys. Maybe next week.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Running on Friday nights
I've been running on Friday nights all fall and winter. I've only missed once in all that time, and that was due to illness, not weather. I run while my two older kids are at soccer. It requires a lot of planning, because we only have one vehicle, and I think that's one of the reasons I've been so committed. The route is intensely boring. I run beside a busy road on a paved path. It's been dark almost since my first run last fall. The path is lit by streetlights, but not well. I wear a headlamp.
Every Friday I think, well the weather can't possibly get worse than this! And every Friday, it seems, it manages to trump the last time. I've run in blowing icy wind, through drifts of freshly falling snow, and in chilly rain. But yesterday's run really was the worst: I ran in the dark on ice. There were all varieties of ice available for my running pleasure: black ice, crunchy ice, long flat slicks of ice, bumpy rivers running downhill that had turned to ice. There was even a patch of not-entirely-frozen ice that I splashed right through. I made it 10.5km in exactly an hour. Slow, but I was pleased not to have injured myself, which right away became the overwhelming goal of that particular run.
I wonder what will be in store for me next Friday ...
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In other news, I am not getting a great deal of running in. My husband is busy many weekends, and I'm alone with the kids, which does not make it possible to run long distances. In fact, my family's schedule just keeps getting busier, and I find there are few opportunities to get out on my own. Early mornings. Occasionally on the weekends. Friday nights.
I am having to cut out one of my spin classes due to cost. I'm sad about it, but have to be realistic. My plan is to get up and go to the track on that morning instead, so I can get a speed run in. I was going to cut both classes, but after spending a day feeling about as depressed as I can remember feeling in recent memory, decided to find a way to keep the one -- early morning exercise is cheaper than therapy, I figure.
So much is up in the air right now.
I asked myself last night, why do I run? Why do I keep doing this? I'm not training for a race. But I feel compelled to get out and go, no matter the ice, no matter the wind, no matter the dark. I know the answer: it makes me feel so much better. If I'm feeling good, it makes me feel great. If I'm feeling low, it brings me right back up again. It clears my head. I feel content, powerful, strong, capable, happy.
That's why I run.
Every Friday I think, well the weather can't possibly get worse than this! And every Friday, it seems, it manages to trump the last time. I've run in blowing icy wind, through drifts of freshly falling snow, and in chilly rain. But yesterday's run really was the worst: I ran in the dark on ice. There were all varieties of ice available for my running pleasure: black ice, crunchy ice, long flat slicks of ice, bumpy rivers running downhill that had turned to ice. There was even a patch of not-entirely-frozen ice that I splashed right through. I made it 10.5km in exactly an hour. Slow, but I was pleased not to have injured myself, which right away became the overwhelming goal of that particular run.
I wonder what will be in store for me next Friday ...
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In other news, I am not getting a great deal of running in. My husband is busy many weekends, and I'm alone with the kids, which does not make it possible to run long distances. In fact, my family's schedule just keeps getting busier, and I find there are few opportunities to get out on my own. Early mornings. Occasionally on the weekends. Friday nights.
I am having to cut out one of my spin classes due to cost. I'm sad about it, but have to be realistic. My plan is to get up and go to the track on that morning instead, so I can get a speed run in. I was going to cut both classes, but after spending a day feeling about as depressed as I can remember feeling in recent memory, decided to find a way to keep the one -- early morning exercise is cheaper than therapy, I figure.
So much is up in the air right now.
I asked myself last night, why do I run? Why do I keep doing this? I'm not training for a race. But I feel compelled to get out and go, no matter the ice, no matter the wind, no matter the dark. I know the answer: it makes me feel so much better. If I'm feeling good, it makes me feel great. If I'm feeling low, it brings me right back up again. It clears my head. I feel content, powerful, strong, capable, happy.
That's why I run.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
One small thought
I need to guard against my all-or-nothing personality. The past two weekends we've been too busy, as a family, for me to squeeze in a long run (though I did manage to lengthen my Friday night run to 14km on the first of those weekends). This past weekend, I only could have done a long run if I'd gone after dark on Saturday night. Didn't want to. Didn't choose to.
But it occurred to me just this morning -- hey, even if I don't have time for a long run on the weekend, I could probably manage a short one. And a short run would be better than no run at all.
Sounds obvious. Probably is obvious. Did not occur to me until a few minutes ago. So that will be my goal going forward: don't not do something just because it's smaller/easier/less ambitious than the thing you'd originally planned.
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My schedule has changed due to a class being moved from Thursdays to Mondays. So here is what my week in exercise could look like, now.
Monday: spin & kettlebells (alarm set 5:15)
Tuesday: spin (alarm set 5:15)
Wednesday: 8.5km run with friend (alarm set 5:45)
Thursday: run or yoga (alarm set 5:45) -- leaning toward yoga
Friday: night run at kids' soccer practice (10-12km)
Saturday: run (short, long, doesn't matter!)
Sunday: soccer
That would get me three runs, some spinning, some weights, a yoga class, and a soccer game! If I were really ambitious, I could get up early on Friday too and go swimming -- or swim on Thursday, yoga on Friday. Maybe ambitious is not quite the right word. If I were less tired, I could do those things. I'm usually pretty tired by Friday and excited for that extra hour of sleep. Even four mornings a week is pushing it. Let's see how this week goes.
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My schedule has changed due to a class being moved from Thursdays to Mondays. So here is what my week in exercise could look like, now.
Monday: spin & kettlebells (alarm set 5:15)
Tuesday: spin (alarm set 5:15)
Wednesday: 8.5km run with friend (alarm set 5:45)
Thursday: run or yoga (alarm set 5:45) -- leaning toward yoga
Friday: night run at kids' soccer practice (10-12km)
Saturday: run (short, long, doesn't matter!)
Sunday: soccer
That would get me three runs, some spinning, some weights, a yoga class, and a soccer game! If I were really ambitious, I could get up early on Friday too and go swimming -- or swim on Thursday, yoga on Friday. Maybe ambitious is not quite the right word. If I were less tired, I could do those things. I'm usually pretty tired by Friday and excited for that extra hour of sleep. Even four mornings a week is pushing it. Let's see how this week goes.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Working toward 30km race in March
Training plan for January through March, 2013.
Dec. 31 - Jan. 6
4 regular runs plus one long(ish) run, Sat. aft, 80 mins; other: soccer game
Jan. 7 - 13
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 90 mins; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Jan. 14 - 20
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 1 hr and 40 min; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Jan. 21 - 27
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft/Sun AM, 1hr and 50 mins.; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Jan. 28 - Feb. 3
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 2 hrs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Feb. 4 - Feb. 10
3 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game (Kevin away)
Feb. 11 - Feb. 17
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. or Sun aft. 2 hrs and 10 mins; other: spin, kettlebells (no soccer)
Feb. 18 - Feb. 24
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft. 2 hrs and 20 mins; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer
Feb. 25 - March 3
3 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer (Kevin away)
March 4 - March 10
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 2 hrs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer
March 11 - 17
4 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer
March 18 - 24
3 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer + 30km race on Sunday (hopefully!)
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Note: have not signed up for the race, yet. I signed up for this same race last winter, then injured myself, and could not train. I would like to get one or two longer runs under my belt before making a final decision. I haven't been doing long runs since mid-October, when my hip was a bit tweaky, and I don't want push myself harder than I should, or risk injury again, especially when I'm finding the up-to-12-km length quite manageable. So this is a hopeful training schedule! I will report back.
Dec. 31 - Jan. 6
4 regular runs plus one long(ish) run, Sat. aft, 80 mins; other: soccer game
Jan. 7 - 13
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 90 mins; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Jan. 14 - 20
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 1 hr and 40 min; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Jan. 21 - 27
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft/Sun AM, 1hr and 50 mins.; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Jan. 28 - Feb. 3
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 2 hrs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game
Feb. 4 - Feb. 10
3 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer game (Kevin away)
Feb. 11 - Feb. 17
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. or Sun aft. 2 hrs and 10 mins; other: spin, kettlebells (no soccer)
Feb. 18 - Feb. 24
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft. 2 hrs and 20 mins; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer
Feb. 25 - March 3
3 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer (Kevin away)
March 4 - March 10
3 regular runs, one long run, Sat. aft, 2 hrs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer
March 11 - 17
4 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer
March 18 - 24
3 regular runs; other: spin, kettlebells, soccer + 30km race on Sunday (hopefully!)
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Note: have not signed up for the race, yet. I signed up for this same race last winter, then injured myself, and could not train. I would like to get one or two longer runs under my belt before making a final decision. I haven't been doing long runs since mid-October, when my hip was a bit tweaky, and I don't want push myself harder than I should, or risk injury again, especially when I'm finding the up-to-12-km length quite manageable. So this is a hopeful training schedule! I will report back.
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