Well, after having finally told Lucy to be quiet, lie still and go to sleep, we had a ridiculously early night, slept through until this morning and both feel on top of the world!
It was time to get up and go to the gym and my gorgeous girl came with me. Don’t get too excited, her iPad had to come as well and there was a bit of a struggle for her to get to grips with some of the kit, but cor blimey she did it and soon has a bright red face and was out of breath – nice one Luce!
For me, I have known for a few days that now that I am getting to grips with my pace, (i.e. not starting off at a sprint and then landing up in a panting heap after half a mile), I needed to start to get to grips with distance. The issue with pace is a long term one and I have struggled with this massively in the past. However, the last few runs have reminded me that I am a bit like a traction engine, get my pace constant and steady and I just keep on going for miles.
That is the joy of treadmill running. Many people slate it, but for me it is always invaluable in setting my pace and getting me going further. To remind myself of what a reasonable and achieve able pace is is beyond doubt worth every footfall and it is then easier to translate out onto the tarmac.
Today’s run wasn’t the longest, about 2.5 miles, but it was the most valuable by far with getting to grips with my pace.
There was one problem however. Now don’t get me wrong, I adore my daughter more than she will ever understand and I was more than made up this morning when she said that she wanted to come to the gym with me. However, she is a chatter box of epic proportions and has not yet grasped the social signals that say for goodness sake shut up.
So, today I was on the treadmill, getting to grips with my pace and those damned demons that never shut up in your head about how you must be mad, what the heck do you think you are doing? and for goodness sake just get off this damned machine and go and eat cake, with Lucy chattering on in the background, asking questions about the equipment and how to make something work. All that when the sweat was pouring off me and I was fighting my demons made life pretty exciting!
We got there though, Luce had a great workout, I beat my demons and I managed not to shout at my daughter – all in all a good day at the gym!
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