I am into my second week of running with Steve. With Steve’s last semi coming up which is going to be a killer he has been running to work everyday. This means I pick him up after work and seeing as we drive by a large local park we might as do another run at night. Not that my run pace is very inspiring for Steve but more so that he is a great motivator for getting me moving. Also, I must say that my calling it a “run” at this stage is also rather misguided.
My first week was more of a nana shuffle, this week was looking marginally better. It is only a 1 mile loop of the park but I did start out at once around taking around 21 minutes (yes, I know, incredibly crap!). By the fourth run I was doing 2 loops around the park and averaging 17 minutes. Yesterday was my 7th time and I did a PB of 15.02. OK, so the next lap after this was 16.35 but hey I can see a definite improvement!
So in short at this stage it looks like this:
1st run: 1 lap, 2.1km’s, 21 minutes
2nd run: 1 lap (not much better)
4th run: 2 laps, 4.2km’s, 34 minutes
7th run: 2 laps, 4.2km’s, 31.3 minutes
Tag: Running
Coastal Trail Series – Gower
Yesterday was the second of seven half marathons that Steve is attempting to do. This time it was held in Gower, Wales. The race base was out of the small Welsh village of Llangennith.
It was only 2 hours away so we left at 6.30am, picked up a friend on the way and got there in plenty of time for a coffee and general browse before the race started.
The weather was magic, blue skies from here to forever. Not quite the Sydney blue that we know and miss but blue enough for us. Wales is a magic country and in particular down on the coast the scenery is stunning.
Steve has been sick (first time in ages) and hadn’t managed to get any training in since the last run. Even given this I don’t think he did that badly. Mind you I’m impressed that these people get through it without keeling over. This time it was not only hills but beach running as well.
While he was off running, I went for a walk to the beach with my mate where we set up the burner for a nice hot cuppa, rugged up in all our winter woolies watching the surfers in their thick neoprene suits. Nut cases!
