Another 10,000' week, including a good big (ish) day, and so you'd think I'd be happy. And I sort of am, but I still feel some way short of the fitness i'm looking for.
The Open to Offa's was great. Paul and I rattled off the 30 miles and 6500' at a leisurely pace, with a few stops for food with no pressure at all. I felt a bit rough at the start because I just got up and went and did it, rather than have some fluid when i got up. I had also done plenty of running and no rest in the days leading up to it. So to knock that off feeling ok throughout is a decent sign.
The day before the OTO I'd managed to knock out 3 cheeky railways on the way back from Nottingham, calling in at Tattenhall en route. I'm getting into a good habit of always having fellrunning kit with me so i can do the 'suit to scruffs' change in the car whenever i get a chance. Trvalling with work is a pain, but i can get round it.
The day before that was a 11 mile trail run in Nottingham. The nights are drawing in now and so i guess it's roads during the week now :-(((
And the day before that was a wet and windy outing in the peak district, where I managed 13 miles and 3500' climbing by virtue of the first half of the Edale Skyline route. I hoped to do the whole route, but the rain and wind was horrendous. I was pleased to get as far as Mam Nick, especially as I couldn't stand up on Mam Tor. Literally couldn't stand up. I had to crawl over the top few feet before being able to stand again.
The week's total was 11,000' and 59 miles. I should be happy with that. I'll know if I am or not when I do legs 2 and 3 of the BGR with Clive King next week. I want that to feel easy, well, easyish. If it does and I'm not hangning on like I was earlier in the year when helping sone other folks, I'll be happy.
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