Back on a train heading into Madrid watching the landscape whizz past effortlessly. Only a few hours ago I was out there on my own, making my way along the first stage of the Camino de Madrid to Colmenar Viejo. My legs moving slowly but continuously to propel me forward. My body soaking up every ray of sunshine, breath of wind and drop of rain.
There were a little too many high rises and freeways to compare to Costa Brava, but enough dirt and hills to make it enjoyable. And although it was a slow 36kms as I stopped to admire the view or work out where I was, it was actually much easier than the 16kms I did on Thursday with Pablo and the gang.
My only regret is that I can’t continue the rest of the Camino… It would be amazing to run all 676kms of it. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to go back to running the paved streets of London. The freedom you get running in the countryside is addictive. I guess I’m going to have to explore the UK countryside this winter!
And so that concludes my peak week of marathon training. All up I’ve run 90kms (56miles) this week – and don’t feel too bad for it. So it’s all down hill from here.
Who knows what will happen on the day of the marathon. But I’m proud of how much I’ve put in to this point and can’t wait to see what I can achieve in New York!