Another early start, but hey—thanks to the clocks going back, I had the luxury of feeling like I’d gained a magical hour of sleep (or at least that’s what I told myself as I rolled out of bed).
Today’s run was an easy one, clocking in at 5.4 miles of gloriously low-intensity, zone-2 cardio. After weaving my way down Folly Lane, I arrived at the gates of Pointon's Park and was delighted to find them open! The plan? Laps. Lots of laps. I like to think of it as giving the locals a scenic show of determination, sweat, and a whole lot of questionable running faces all whilst breathing like a locomotive.
Showered up and fresh-faced (okay, fresh-ish), I was off to Uttoxeter for my figure skating lesson. Because, obviously, I thought, "Why just train for a half marathon when I could also practice spinning and gliding on a knife’s edge?” Genius, right? Today’s lesson was all about mastering circles and those dreaded backwards lemons. Let me tell you, my calves were absolutely baffled. They’ve seen some action over the years, but moving like that? Oh no, they're still confused. Hopefully they will start to click next week.
Post-lesson, I figured, why not go for a 2.5-mile walk and sneak in another hour of skating? Yes, I know. I, too, question my decision-making sometimes, as does my fitbit because whilst it was happy to record the GPS data for my run, i t had had enough when it came to recording the walk!
Now, let’s talk about priorities—namely, treating myself to Warburtons cinnamon bread. If heaven came sliced, toasted, and dusted with cinnamon, this would be it so I treated myself when I got home and to round things off? A hydrotherapy session, cold plunge sauna and steam to revive my well-worn muscles. Because if I’m going to torture myself training, I might as well go full luxury on the recovery especially given the improvement in my strength score.
