With this, my last run for the week, recovery week is over. I’m so glad …
I do one recovery week per month. During this time I don’t run as much as usual, take more days per week off than just one and try to stick to 100% in the low heart rate range. The only rule is to not take more than 2 consecutive days off. I’ve gotten so used to it, that I think I feel how my body uses this time to repair and build itself up to be a bit better … I know how ridiculous it sounds, but that OK for me … this blog is to write down what I think/feel, no matter how stupid it sounds.
Recovery week also serves another purpose and that one is huge for me. It brings the fun and enjoyment back in case I’ve lost it. When recovery week starts I am usually at a high, I can see improvements and that is the perfect time to stop and slow down. Like a treat. I also need to leave something in the tank and this tank gets filled up during the recovery week. Maybe it is my running mojo tank?
So today I went to the park to enjoy breaking in my new shoes while running around on rugby fields and passing by birds swimming in the lake. Just a fantastic Irish summer day – cloudy and perfect running conditions with just around 13 degree Celsius. After 1 hour at 143 heart rate and an average pace of 8:25 min/km I decided it was enough running in new shoes and headed back.