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#juneathon day 7…..the day the treadmill couldn’t keep up with me…

~ Phil Lengthorn ~ 6 Comments

This morning, feeling enthused and energetic, I hit the gym. Little did I know that today would go down in history……

The plan was to do 40mins on the treadmill, increasing speed every 5mins, starting off pretty easy and building up to a fast pace. Well that was the plan….

Started at a pretty easy speed – '10' whatever that means – plus I was on a treadmill that was set at kms. Every 5mins I increased speed and incline so that by 30mins into the run I was at speed '15', which felt quite fast. It which point the treadmill, amazed by my athleticism, decided he couldn't keep up with me and up came the message:

“Could not attain target speed”

Job done! I will now be forever known as the treadminator! Here is said treadmill just before it belched smoke and exploded.

Day 7 mileage = 4.44 (after a nifty bit of converting)

Total Juneathon mileage = 32.50

In other news…..the boy and I started on the Panini World Cup Sticker Album…..

 

One month to go….

~ Phil Lengthorn ~ 2 Comments

That can't be right! Can it? This time next month I will be going to bed safe in the knowledge that in the morning I will be participating in the Rat Race Dirty Weekend in Stamford. Just to confirm it is not some sort of mass sordid swingers weekend or a weekend trapping rats or even a sensible run in the country. It is in fact the “largest assault course on Earth”. 20 miles. 200 obstacles.

 

I'll be the first to admit that the training is not going amazingly well. I ran a half-marathon a few weeks ago, and done plenty of 30 min runs around the woods. I even joined a gym in an attempt to shake up the training a bit. But 200 obstacles!? So on the run home from the gym today I took the opportunity to attempt the mother of all obstacles….

As I approached the pipe that spanned the treacherous fast flowing dyke I was feeling somewhat apprehensive, I was sweating more than the 15min hill reps I'd just completed at the gym and even more than Ted Striker….

I was getting closer and closer. My heartbeat was increasing. In my head I was trying to work out what to do if I fell in. The walk home covered from head to foot in scummy, manky dyke water was not worth thinking about. I'd decided that if I did loss my balance I would dive to safety into the nettles, the idea of being covered in nettle rash must outweigh the risk of botulism. So, a plan was in place, if it came to it I would dive to safety…

I went for it…..

Suffice to say: I survived. I'm ready!