I know what I said, no easy outs and plenty of structure.
Thing is, the man with the plan has decided to have a little fun and its seemingly at my expense.
As the saying goes though, if you fall six times, you must get up seven.
The tight chest I mentioned in my last post was diagnosed as a chest infection. A course of antibiotics later and I am starting on the road to recovery-ville. That is until the follow up cold made itself known anyway, gained fitness was lost, then gained and lost again and before I can say pissoffcoldyouareboringmeknow three weeks as passed with only a few miles of running under my belt.
I got out for a ride last weekend and actually felt pretty good. Reading my Wentwood 50 partners tweets about new bikes and reucing waistlines did little for either my confidence or mood however and a piss poor 9 miles in the saddle is unlikely to have Al worried about keeping up. More likely that he'll be packing the emergency oxygen tent and ensuring he has the number of the local air ambulance in his phone just in case I get a relapse.
This week I have managed a few runs, including a session of hill reps and a long run yesterday which saw me ticking off just over 10 miles in an hour and 20 minutes. Something has to be working because that is quicker than I was managing a few weeks out from the last half marathon I ran.
So, I may not be completely doomed to failure for my quicker time for Wentwood, I just need a few good weeks of training without succumbing to the next bug that is doing the rounds, wall to wall sunshine and for everone else to get the date wrong.