
Saturday morning and Team Kennedy manager bashed out another 10K and is goading me to get out there.....I slip on my trainers and sneak out for a cheeky 18K.....That'll teach her.
I'm 24:30 for 5K and while a little breathless at the top of the hill I'm OK and the time is a good pace for 18K for me. At about the 8K mark I'm starting to feel a bit weak. I know that as it was unplanned training session that I haven't really eaten or drank enough in the morning.
Two bits of toast and a cup of tea is just not the right start. At 11K I'm at 1hr 01 minute and my head is spinning and legs feel like jelly. I could stop and just throw up right on the site of Napoleon's greatest defeat if my stomach wasn't empty.
I just keep running and luckily there is no wind so I'm just fighting gravity all the way down the N5. At 14K I get a bit of a second wind but only in my legs, my head is still out of it. I have to crawl up the last hill with 1K to go and my legs are very heavy and all my joints feel like they are rusty so it takes enormous efforts just to move my limbs.
I finish in 1:40:01 and I'm really dying....totally wiped out. Legs killing me, head thumping and heart rate soaring. Quick drink , shower and bed for an hour....Sunday I was sore all over and blanked it all out using paracetamol and a couple of glasses of vin rouge.