Week 12: Wednesday

Anonymous storm

I spent all Monday and Tuesday, while sitting at my desk, rolling my right foot on a spiky ball. It still hurt, albeit no worse than Sunday, and I didn’t feel like I’d made it any worse through running, but I still wanted the pain to go away.

It was SO windy on Wednesday morning, as I continued my assault not so much on the Farnborough 2025 half marathon¹ but on the every-other-day stuff I keep blathering on about.

It was dark and the weather was shit. Again. There’s just no way to fit 10k in midweek right now. The light up beanie is about as good as you can expect for something which cost £8 so running before it’s light is a no-no, and work is so crazy I can’t start half hour or more late. But whatever. Running 5k after 5k is kinda fun.

For this one, the first km was under 5:00 and that felt great. I felt strong. Didn’t actually see the split time until I finished, as one holdover from when I was following the Runna plan is that I still mostly ignore my watch during the workout. But it felt good. Sadly, only another 100 metres on was where I had to wait 20-odd seconds for a lot of traffic to go past, and when I restarted it was slower and I stayed steady for the remainder of the run.

Apart from the traffic stop, I also reckon I lost a lot more time to 40mph headwinds – in particular the last 750 metres was absolutely vile. Finished with a moving time of 26:17, and if the grade adjusted paces are to be believed then I would’ve snuck in just under 26 minutes. Decent. I enjoyed that, and I felt great afterwards.

About an hour or two later, I realised my foot didn’t hurt, and that it hadn’t hurt all day. I’d temporarily forgotten that it had ever hurt, until I got to my desk and the spiky balls were there on the floor by my chair. Seems they did the trick?