I just got back from 2 weeks in the UK getting married. While this did happen to include the best day of my life to date and numerous other contenders for inclusion in the top 10 of this year, one thing it didn't make very easy was training for an ultra-race. Between last minute planning, 3 days of wedding festivities and a great 6 day holiday in Wales and Dublin it was even more difficult than usual to squeeze in long runs.
I managed one 10 mile run, a couple of 8 or 9 milers and a bunch of 5 or 6 mile runs. Enough to keep things ticking over but not quite the 60 or 70 mile weeks I would love to put in to get me in better shape for the Gobi. I also found that for 2 weeks I nearly ate my body weight in beers, curries, cake and the like. Putting on 3 or 4 pounds was also not part of the desert race plan. It's amazing how quickly the good habits disappear when the routine is completely changed by something like a wedding trip.
I wouldn't change a thing about the last 2 weeks. They've been great. But I'm back in Phoenix, greeted by 115 degrees of blistering heat with just a few weeks to get some proper miles in, eat well, finalise all my kit and get comfortable with the idea of 25 miles a day for a week. One day at a time. I went out for 8 miles this morning. I'll try to do 8 or even 10 tomorrow and just try to get to the end of this week with plenty of miles under the belt and preferably a pound or two less hanging over it.
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