Here we go again! (Marathon Training Week One)

It's that time of the year again. The time when I get to indulge my sadistic love of long long-runs, big interval sessions and basically, running for miles...and miles.

Marathon training has officially begun; I can wave goodbye to my sorry impersonation of a track runner (no one was fooled) and races where I feel like I am sprinting the whole way (anything less than a half).No more arguments will ensue between me and my legs (Me: "Ok, we need to go above marathon pace now", Legs: "Marathon pace? Ok!").

I can't say i'm sorry to see the back of a decidedly unspectacular summer season, the highlight of which, was probably a park run pb where I reached the giddy heights of running at around 15 whole seconds faster than my marathon pace and a local 5 mile race, which I managed to win in a finishing sprint for the first time (probably) ever (cue shocked face, see below).

So, in case I haven't yet made it clear, I am VERY excited about marathon training. This week will hopefully be a decent 80 miles or so after tomorrows long run, which hasn't felt too bad at all despite being back at work.

I resumed my usual life-combined-with-marathon training acrobatics; coordinating clothing changes (sports bras and summer clothes don't work), using running as a means of transport (very satisfying during a tube strike) and fitting in double days around a full time job and trying to maintain a social life (the sign of a true friend is one that doesn't mind if you turn up for a coffee wearing trainers and ten miles worth of sweat).

Starting marathon training also means that my sessions don't tend to fit in with the groups I like to run with (of which there are many, I'm a fan of running club promiscuity). Previously, I've tried to make it work ("ok, you run to here then you can cut cross and join in here"/ "i'll do ten more when you're done"). However, this tended to make things needlessly complicated so I gave up and asked the lovely Geoff of Herne Hill Harriers if I could just do my session at the same time, fulfilling my need for a good half an hour chat before and after. Session one was a good session of faster intervals followed by tempo.

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Session number two was a medium - long run finishing off with some marathon pace. I tried a different strategy to get company on this one; Battersea Park is a fabulous mecca for running and if you just turn up and start running laps at marathon pace, you’ll probably find someone to run with or atleast chat to (hopefully, a fellow runner not a creepy dude or one of those 'naked runner's' you here about).

The third session, was some delightful Kenyan Hills, aka, run up at threshold effort, turn round and try and run down at the same effort...windmill arms to stop falling over, slow down to prevent accidents and then run up faster to compensate until it nearly turns into hill sprints (i’m trying, Nick, I am). I felt really strong and Kenyan-like after this session...until I walked back from town with shopping and had to stop for a rest whilst walking up a much less steep hill anyway.

Finally, Sunday was a long run with some marathon pace at the end. My legs were feeling a bit heavy but I some good scenery and company helped me get through. The marathon pace was more marathon effort given the presence of hills and cattle grids every 100 metres or so.