The latter half of last week was pretty much a write off. There was a training run at lunchtime on Thursday but due to other commitments that was the end of it for the rest of the weekend.
The Thursday evening training session was thrown out of the window, there wasn’t time for the Friday evening session by the time I got to Leeds and the wedding on the Saturday effectively put pay to any hope of training for the entire weekend.
So I was quite pleased to be getting my kit together on Monday morning for a planned outside run followed by an evening gym session. However, mid way through Monday I found myself staring out the window at the icy, snowy ground and decided that the best idea was to hit the treadmill. So I did.
It’s been a little while since I ran on the treadmill and it was a nice change to threshold run a set pace for 25 minutes, so nice in fact that I’ll be heading back for another hit tomorrow, although this time I might make the most of the ability to control speed and do a 25 minute fartlek.
Plus it’s going to be bloody freezing tomorrow, I’ll run outside on Boxing Day.
