7.2 km this morning along the canal, 6:14 start, average pace 5:48 per kilometre. Exactly what the...
7.2 km this morning along the canal, 6:14 start, average pace 5:48 per kilometre. Exactly what the...
6.2 km. That was the run this morning — shorter than planned, but I made the call at the canal...
7.2 km. That was the run this morning, out along the canal before six. Supposed to be eight but the...
6:41 per kilometre. That was the pace on this morning's canal run, and it felt exactly where a...
7:04 — the average pace on the Wicklow climb this morning, one minute eleven seconds slower than...
Woke up at 5:30 AM to the sound of rain hammering against the window. That wet, metallic smell in the air made it tempting to skip the morning run, but I laced up anyway. The first mile was brutal—cold droplets stinging my face, shoes squelching with each step. But by mile two, something shifted. The rhythm took over, and I realized I'd been so focused on perfect conditions that I'd forgotten how good it feels to just push through.
Made a mistake this week with my recovery protocol. I'd been treating rest days like they were optional, squeezing in "light" sessions that weren't really light at all. Tuesday's fatigue was the wake-up call. My coach's voice echoed in my head: "Recovery is where the gains happen." So today I actually honored the rest day. No weights, no cardio—just mobility work and a long walk.
Here's what my routine looked like:
The tiny experiment? I tried comparing how I felt after a full rest day versus those half-rest days. The difference was clear: less muscle soreness, sharper mental focus, better sleep. Sometimes doing less is doing more.
One thing I'm carrying forward: discipline isn't just about showing up when it's hard. It's also about knowing when to back off. Tomorrow I'll hit legs with fresh energy instead of dragging through another session on fumes. Small adjustment, but it matters.
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