The above is a pretty good analysis of where my running is at the moment. In 3 days time I will have completed another half marathon, my twentieth as I recall.
For whatever reason it doesn’t feel like it at the moment. Rather than feeling on the cusp of another excellent achievement I feel like I am on the cusp of a disappointment.
That may be unfair, but it just doesn’t feel like it. Over the past few months it just feels like my running has just plateaued. At best.
I have enjoyed taking part in Prospect parkruns over the last couple of months. They have been hard runs, particularly with the wet boggy section on each lap, but they have been quite good fun too.
However, it is quite hard to translate the effort from those wet boggy runs to a tarmac half marathon like that I will be undertaking on Saturday. On Monday I undertook an old-fashioned Fartlek run, during which I enjoyed my running but I don’t feel it was particularly exciting either.
At the end of the day, I just don’t know. Last year, I went into a half marathon in Reading with very few miles of training behind me however up until about 12 miles in that run I did well and I don’t think that the lack of distance was actually that significant.
On Saturday, I plan to run with a 2-hour pacer group and hopefully I can hang with that group with the end result being well under 2 hours. I can’t promise whether it will work out that way because at the moment I just don’t know. I am going to try though and that’s all I can ask right now.
Speak to me here on Monday and I very well may come out with a different answer.