Day 6 of London Marathon 2023 Training: My First Fartlek Run and a Sheffield Wednesday Win

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 Day 6 of my London Marathon training was an experiment in fartlek training. For those unfamiliar, fartlek is a type of running workout where you mix periods of hard running with periods of easy running, all based on your own internal clock. It's a great way to mix things up and keep your body guessing, but it can also be a bit intimidating for someone like me who likes structure and a clear plan.

My fartlek run was a 45-minute affair, and I have to admit, it was tough. It was difficult to know when to push myself harder and when to ease off, especially when I was starting to tire. I ended up using my Garmin Fenix 6s to monitor my heart rate and make sure I wasn't pushing too hard. It was a bit of a compromise, but it helped me get through the run.

Overall, I'm still on the fence about fartlek training. On one hand, it's nice to have a bit of variety in my workouts. But on the other hand, I do like having a clear plan and being told exactly what to do and when to do it. It's all about finding a balance, I suppose. And as with any new workout, it will probably just take some time to get used to.

Despite the challenges of fartlek training, I have to say that I am really enjoying my marathon training journey so far. It's been tough at times, but it's also been incredibly rewarding. I'm constantly amazed at what my body is capable of, and I can't wait to see what I can accomplish on race day.

Now, on to the real important news of the day: Sheffield Wednesday beat Newcastle United 2-1 in the FA Cup! As a die-hard Wednesday fan, I was over the moon about this result. It was a nail-biter of a match, but in the end, the Owls came out on top. It was a great way to cap off a tough but rewarding day of training.

So that's it for day 6 of my London Marathon journey. Fartlek training was a bit of a challenge, but it's all part of the process. And most importantly, Sheffield Wednesday came out on top in the FA Cup. Here's to many more miles and many more wins!

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