Time does fly pretty quickly when you have a deadline approaching, and when that deadline involves committing yourself to running for well over four hours (I’m not making any bold claims with regards to finishing time), it’s pretty scary to realise how far you’ve got to progress in so little time.
June was a poor month for training. I started off strong, getting some circuits of the lake near Lisa’s family home in Sweden under my belt, and with it some much-needed hill training. Unfortunately I caught a horrible cold while I was there, and spent about two weeks coughing my lungs up and unable to run. The last week of the month was pretty much me trying to find my running legs again, and that blank mental space where you can just pound out the miles.
Currently, it doesn’t seem to be my body that’s flagging. After about half an hour of running, though, my mind starts to wander and my pace oscillates – I slow down, realise I’m slowing down, speed up, go too fast, slow down, and the cycle repeats itself. I really need to work on finding consistency in my pace so that I’m not tiring myself out after the first hour from lack of concentration.
I also really need to sort out my diet. That’s a big priority at the moment, and hopefully the renal dietician I’m seeing on the 12th has some useful advice.
So the first of two 10k races this month is on Sunday, the 4th July. It’s in Leeds, and Alistair will be there along with me. He’s had a shit month, too, with some knee pain flaring up and preventing him from training properly. He’ll be fine, though. He’s indefatigable.
I just wanted to use that word.
Fundraising is going well – we’re nearly at £1000 now – and if you’re able to spare a couple of quid, we’d certainly appreciate it. If you can’t, then no worries – cheering from the sidelines is also appreciated! You can find the fundraising page here.
On the subject of writing, the urban fantasy novel I’ve been working on continues apace. The major redrafting/rewrites are maybe two-thirds done (I have some rewriting to do at the end) and now I have to start thinking about synopses and cover letters for submission. My endless swathe of short story rejections let me know not to get my hopes up about it ever going any further than that, but you’ve got to be positive about these things.