Last night was my last training run, with the intention to simply run a short lap of the block to remind my legs that they can move without complaint before Sunday. I didn’t look at my watch, I don’t care about the distance and I don’t care about the time, I just wanted to run round the block.
I’m having hot baths and I had another massage on Wednesday which are both helping a lot in preparation and recuperation.
I didn’t think I’d do another one of these posts until Sunday to let you know how I’ve got on, but in case anyone has been reading this series to see how I’ve gone about the challenge at hand, I’ve had some interesting experiences over the last couple of days.
The first is that I’m noticing every single niggle. Generally speaking, I’m feeling pretty good and am feeling the benefit of the training. One of my long time colleagues has been working away for three weeks and said to me at lunch today that I was looking a lot better. I’m not in the best shape I’ve been in aesthetically and I still don’t think I’m in the best shape fitness-wise that I’ve ever been in despite the fact that I’m running further than I ever have, but I’m feeling (and maybe looking) better, so that’s a plus.
Despite that, though, these last few days I’m feeling every niggle. I was picking up some supplies in the supermarket before and my foot was hurting. I occasionally feel something in my knee, or maybe my back. They’re nothing other than a bit of wear and tear from the effort, but I feel them and they worry me for a bit, before they go away nearly as quickly as they came.
And that’s the other thing that I’ve noticed over the last week – I’m getting nervous. When we first decided to get this done, we started having a conversation about what sort of time we’d look to do it in. My reaction was saying that I just wanted to finish. I knew what my level was and I didn’t want to be drawn in to committing to a speed challenge.
I’m still approaching it that way, but I’d noticed maybe from last weekend that I’m not sleeping well. This last few days I’ve been dreaming about the run and it’s been waking me up. I’m nervous that I won’t be able to finish, that one of these niggles is something more than that.
However, I’m also nervous because there’s so much I don’t know! Rather paradoxically, the only thing I do know is that I have it in me to do it! But I’ve never done this sort of event before in this sort of place. I’ve done two 10k races in Manchester, but I know Manchester. I know the infrastructure, I know where I’m going to park, I know my surroundings and can judge where I am. I know with 10k that if I get carried away racing people it is only 10k and I’ll have something left.
With this, I know that Wilmslow is a place in South Manchester. I’ve no idea what it looks like. I’ll be relying on satnav to get me to one of the car parks and hope that there’s space, because I have no idea where to go if there isn’t. Even stupid little things like knowing I want to keep hydrated but not knowing what facilities will be there when I get there! Will I be able to find the start line?!
Really stupid things!
Anyway, to finish, I’m really grateful for the support I’ve had. In type, that might not sound the most sincere thing, but of all the things I’ve been feeling this week the sense that I can give something back is genuinely exciting.
I’ll see you on the other side.