The second half of last year saw me injured with an achilles injury which took nearly 6 months to get better. Since January my achilles has been behaving, though it still niggles, but I have also been struck down with plantar fasciatis, a sore ankle caused by bruised cartilege, a long running sinus infection, and a really busy work schedule.
Foremost in my mind has been my appointment in Hopkinton on Monday April 21st and the need to get there in one piece.
Now normally when I train, I am of the blood, sweat and snotters school of training. No finesse but lots of effort.
This year, with so many ailments I have had to adopt a painfully cautious approach to training. I have tried to follow the 10% rule, upping my mileage slowly. I have been disciplined in my long runs, turning back early in some of the long group runs on the West Highland Way when it would have been easier just to slog them out with my chums who were all running longer. Turning back when you are competitive is really hard. I even dropped out of the D33 race at 25 miles because my foot just wasn’t right. My first ever DNF and those who know me will appreciate how painful that is.
I have done next to no speed work. My usual set of Yasso 800’s has slipped off my plan. Even tempo runs have been done at about 80%. I started training without a base and whereas last year I was running 200-250 miles per month this year I have been in the region of 175-190. This time last year I raced a pretty speedy half marathon and got a new PB. This year I haven’t raced at all. Not even a parkrun.
I am undertrained. I have no speed. I feel like I am about 4-6 weeks away from full fitness, so having been cautious all year, I am going to have to keep the caution going and run the race with my head and not with my heart which is what usually gets me into trouble anyway.
My mantra throughout this whole training programme has been to quit while I’m ahead.
So where does that leave me?
First off it means that barring accidents I am uninjured and ready to go run Boston. Success!
My goal for race day? To run safely and sensibly for 20 miles and get over heartbreak hill with 6 miles to go and be feeling strong. If I can do that then I should be in with a chance of beating last year’s time. The trick will be to resist the temptation to push on and to remember where I am now, not where I used to be and tailor my ambitions accordingly.
Despite being tedious at times, I have plodded through the last 16 weeks doing what had to be done, to be safe rather than sorry. It has been frustrating and it hasn’t been enjoyable, but it has been successful and I will be on the start line with a semblance of fitnes
It is now taper time, and I will be getting wrapped in cotton wool because at the moment I am just about ahead, so definitely time to quit until race day.