Trying to create a routine when your week seems to have irregular edges is quite difficult. I am used to a 5 day work week, or at least an approximation of one, so having more fluid timing is odd. It is also almost 100% guilt-ridden, you are caught between knowing you should be enjoying it, and knowing with equal certainty that you are going to die in the gutter with no money.
So I went for a run, took some pictures and pondered the prospect of the all-too-soon CTS Suffolk Ultra (24th October). My training has bombed because of the snotty sniffle; and because I am busy ( I am, don’t snigger) for the next 4 days, I can’t try a long run to see how badly I have dipped. My last long run was the Great Langdale Marathon, on the 12th September, which will work out as 6 weeks before the ultra. If (if) I can get in a 20mile+ run or two before the 24th I should be ok I hope.
It is a 50k, so marathon-ready should suffice; it is in about the most bird-ridden location in the country so I am unlikely to be going more than 1/2 mile without stopping to stare at stuff. The main hurdle is probably convincing myself not to DNS out of panic (I can’t do the distance, the car will break down, I will spontaneously combust on the start line, I can’t drive back when tired, I will trip over and get eaten by a yeti, I will go through a transdimensional portal at the Dartford Crossing instead of the tunnel, I will get lost on the way there and be late); if I can make myself start then I will at least find out whether I can, rather than speculating if I might.