Yey, parkrun Day
Saturday was my first tentative step back to running following a dodgy knee picked up from a skiing holiday a few weeks ago. Well, it was planned to be my first tentative step back to running.
I've read numerous times, in all sorts of places 'DO NOT RUN ON AN INJURY'. So as someone who likes to follow rules (I tend to do as I'm told) I didn't run, because I didn't want to make it worse. Anyway, my knee still niggling I eventually went to the Dr. I had put it off because a little part of me was worried that I would be told 'No more running for you Miss'. My left knee already sounding like a bowl of coco pops with any movement it makes.
So, sat like a nervous rabbit, explaining the knee situation with the Dr. The Dr insisted that she bend it this way and that, push it about a bit and then concluded that there was in fact, no serious damage. That I could start running again, gently to start with. That the Rice Crispy sound effect was fine, it was just wear and tear. Woo hoo, I could stop licking the windows at home, I could put my trainers back on, go out, get sweaty, get cold, get the blood going.
Except, nature said 'NO'.
Please do add, at this point, an array of expletives, lots, and as vitriolic as you care to imagine. I fear that I might offend if I were to write my own. Nature decided that on Friday evening, in the time it takes to leave the office to the time it takes to get home, it would present me with a lovely surprise, which saw me rushing through the door, to the WC, making it in the nick of time. I don't need to go into detail here but believe me when I say that I felt nervous about sneezing or coughing.
Thank you nature for providing a stomach bug right at the start of my weekend. Please add more expletives! So Saturday morning starts with a lie in, not a huge one, but a lie in nonetheless and I felt sad, despondent and quite frankly a bit pissed off. And I miss my running buddies lots.
But we always have choices in life and I had a few:
a) mope around the house, feeling sorry for myself, being grumpy and miserable or;
b) do more hypnotherapy homework, plan my running schedule in more detail, book a few more races and make use of the cosied time up being indoors.
I chose b.
So as I sit in my study watching the merest hint of snow flakes falling from the sky, in my fluffy socks and scomfy hoodie getting on with my work, I must admit to feeling a little bit pleased.
Time for another mug of Ovaltine and some TLC.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Ooooh abs, there you are . . .
Hellooo abs, so long trainers . . .
I haven't been running for a while, well, when I say running, I mean running regularly. There's been snow, and some more snow, it's dark, a slight knee injury, a crazily busy few weeks and here I am confessing my sins, on my running blog. Confessing that I've hardly run for a good three weeks, unintentionally of course.
Winter
Let me start by pointing the finger at 'Winter', god damn you. What with your dark nights and snow, menacing dark shadows and icy patches all set to bring down any runner who hasn't the fortitude of Bear Grylls.
I don't have the fortitude of Bear Grylls it has to be said, but I'm not one to give up, more like a dog with a bone, which is not flattering to any woman but I'm not brave in the dark, on my own. I'm very fond of running in groups and with my buddy. Just not running on my own in the dark. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of who else might be in it. Having a day job in the Winter doesn't provide an awful lot of daylight hours to run in, if I'm going it alone, as I leave the house at 8 and get home at 6.30 ish.
Monday is Running Club Night
But, there is the running club I hear you cry. Yes there is the running club, and I did go last week, gingerly but I'll come back to that. I've been pretty busy these last few weeks. With a hypno business evening on a Monday, then the snow stopped play the following Monday, and then I'd gone elsewhere to play in the snow the Monday after that and that leaves me to last Monday, where I did a baby run/jog/walk ish thing.
Generally I run with the club on Monday's and haven't ventured to other running club days, which is all part of the plan this year, but have yet to materialise. I'm a little nervous you see, as there will be what I refer to as 'proper runners', you know the sort, lean and fast and don't need use Chinese Foot binding skills to keep their boobs in one place. Those types of runners. I know I'm putting barriers up, so it'll be time to get some self hypnosis going on that little mental block.
parkrun
So there, I can abdicate responsibility for Monday's running night and not running in the dark. But what about 'parkrun' surely you've been doing parkrun. Sheepish look from under the eyelashes. No I haven't been doing parkrun either, shame spreading now. But . . . I have very good excuses for not doing parkrun as well. First week missed: I had a work conference in Telford on a Friday night and didn't get home until the afternoon; second week missed: we had snow, and we all know that snow brings the UK to a standstill. And I didn't go and the reason for this was I was off on holiday the following Saturday, Skiing. And not having had a decent holiday for at least three years I didn't want to risk a slip that might result in a twisted ankle or knee that would put a stop to a week of Skiing. Then of course I was skiing, another two Saturday's passed and the Saturday just gone I've been presenting at a Wellness Convention.
So it's been an absolute age since I've run, parkrun. But I am hoping to run next Saturday's parkrun. And I say hoping as I brought back from my ski holiday, not a young Bulgarian husband, but a knee injury. Nothing major, but my knee joint lets me know in no uncertain terms that it's not especially happy going up and down stairs (but this is intermittent), not very keen on slopes up and down, but very happy to go backwards and forwards.
So with some slight twinges here and there on my knee I figured that perhaps I should listen to my body and let my knee rest this week. I have a particularly hectic week this week anyway so it seems it would fit well to rest up and get ready for parkrun.
The Wellness Convention
So I was lucky enough to present at the Wellness Convention discussing how the mind can influence our health with the aid of hypnotherapy, and in between consultations I booked myself onto a Stability Ball class. Phew it's been even longer since I went to Pilate's, what with studying, clients, running and the day job. I just couldn't do it all. It's been at least six months, at least. So Pilate's on a ball, how hard can it be? Well let me tell you I feel like I've had my abs sliced with a Stanley knife, numerous times, while being chased through a slasher horror movie. So that's where my abs are! I remember now, the pain that comes from what appears to be, not doing very much. And I have a certain smugness about the pain emanating from my stomach region, as this means that I've worked those muscles, and worked them hard. So thanks to Marie-Claire Prettyman for putting together the convention and giving me the opportunity to speak, and to Tanya Dominey, who helped me ruin my abs.
As Pilate's is on my menu this year to improving my running and my strength, I've proved to myself just how much I need it.
So my knee hurts a bit in certain situations, my abs hurt like hell, but I am still very excited about getting out running again. So I'll enjoy the rest, book up my Pilate's sessions and get ready for Southampton parkrun. Trainers watch out, you're going to get a pounding. And here's to hoping I'm not going to wobble like some of the men in the video for Lets Get Physical?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz9VN40nCA
Winter
Let me start by pointing the finger at 'Winter', god damn you. What with your dark nights and snow, menacing dark shadows and icy patches all set to bring down any runner who hasn't the fortitude of Bear Grylls.
I don't have the fortitude of Bear Grylls it has to be said, but I'm not one to give up, more like a dog with a bone, which is not flattering to any woman but I'm not brave in the dark, on my own. I'm very fond of running in groups and with my buddy. Just not running on my own in the dark. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of who else might be in it. Having a day job in the Winter doesn't provide an awful lot of daylight hours to run in, if I'm going it alone, as I leave the house at 8 and get home at 6.30 ish.
Monday is Running Club Night
But, there is the running club I hear you cry. Yes there is the running club, and I did go last week, gingerly but I'll come back to that. I've been pretty busy these last few weeks. With a hypno business evening on a Monday, then the snow stopped play the following Monday, and then I'd gone elsewhere to play in the snow the Monday after that and that leaves me to last Monday, where I did a baby run/jog/walk ish thing.
Generally I run with the club on Monday's and haven't ventured to other running club days, which is all part of the plan this year, but have yet to materialise. I'm a little nervous you see, as there will be what I refer to as 'proper runners', you know the sort, lean and fast and don't need use Chinese Foot binding skills to keep their boobs in one place. Those types of runners. I know I'm putting barriers up, so it'll be time to get some self hypnosis going on that little mental block.
parkrun
So there, I can abdicate responsibility for Monday's running night and not running in the dark. But what about 'parkrun' surely you've been doing parkrun. Sheepish look from under the eyelashes. No I haven't been doing parkrun either, shame spreading now. But . . . I have very good excuses for not doing parkrun as well. First week missed: I had a work conference in Telford on a Friday night and didn't get home until the afternoon; second week missed: we had snow, and we all know that snow brings the UK to a standstill. And I didn't go and the reason for this was I was off on holiday the following Saturday, Skiing. And not having had a decent holiday for at least three years I didn't want to risk a slip that might result in a twisted ankle or knee that would put a stop to a week of Skiing. Then of course I was skiing, another two Saturday's passed and the Saturday just gone I've been presenting at a Wellness Convention.
So it's been an absolute age since I've run, parkrun. But I am hoping to run next Saturday's parkrun. And I say hoping as I brought back from my ski holiday, not a young Bulgarian husband, but a knee injury. Nothing major, but my knee joint lets me know in no uncertain terms that it's not especially happy going up and down stairs (but this is intermittent), not very keen on slopes up and down, but very happy to go backwards and forwards.
So with some slight twinges here and there on my knee I figured that perhaps I should listen to my body and let my knee rest this week. I have a particularly hectic week this week anyway so it seems it would fit well to rest up and get ready for parkrun.
The Wellness Convention
So I was lucky enough to present at the Wellness Convention discussing how the mind can influence our health with the aid of hypnotherapy, and in between consultations I booked myself onto a Stability Ball class. Phew it's been even longer since I went to Pilate's, what with studying, clients, running and the day job. I just couldn't do it all. It's been at least six months, at least. So Pilate's on a ball, how hard can it be? Well let me tell you I feel like I've had my abs sliced with a Stanley knife, numerous times, while being chased through a slasher horror movie. So that's where my abs are! I remember now, the pain that comes from what appears to be, not doing very much. And I have a certain smugness about the pain emanating from my stomach region, as this means that I've worked those muscles, and worked them hard. So thanks to Marie-Claire Prettyman for putting together the convention and giving me the opportunity to speak, and to Tanya Dominey, who helped me ruin my abs.
As Pilate's is on my menu this year to improving my running and my strength, I've proved to myself just how much I need it.
So my knee hurts a bit in certain situations, my abs hurt like hell, but I am still very excited about getting out running again. So I'll enjoy the rest, book up my Pilate's sessions and get ready for Southampton parkrun. Trainers watch out, you're going to get a pounding. And here's to hoping I'm not going to wobble like some of the men in the video for Lets Get Physical?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWz9VN40nCA
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Eight months until birth
Eight months. Phew. Eight months doesn't sound like a very long time at all thirty six weeks somehow seems even less time and 252 days, well isn't it about 252 days that a full time worker puts in for a full working year. 6048 hours, 362,880 minutes.
Not very long then, not very long at all.
So I've already started planning. I've already pulled together an Excel spreadsheet, with weeks and days, what I'd like to have achieved each week and each month. Record what I've actually achieved such is the focus on achieving my biggest challenge to date.
The Bournemouth Half Marathon.
There must surely be some wiring gone awry in my brain. For after The Great South Run I suffered with terrible, pestiferous cold sores, it was like the Black Death, honestly I'm not exaggerating, followed by a big emotional trauma, followed by a week of being ill (I've not been that poorly in over 20 years), followed by more cold sores although not to the Black Death standard, then enduring the festive season and all the parties that go with that and then at some point in the last week or so I start to feel a bit better. Now as much as I'd like to blame it all on The Great South Run that would be churlish and abdicating any responsibility for my health. So it must definately be a wiring issue.
Hence all the planning, well in advance, perhaps, some might say a little OCD? But in October my goal is to run The Bournemouth Half Marathon in just about 2 hours. Mmm, maybe I should ask my GP for a CAT scan? The Great South took me 2:17, there was a little break to powder my nose and I don't mean with artificial stimulants, so I reckon taking that little stop it would have been 2:12 give or take a few seconds. And now I've decided I'd like to run even further, in less time, definately need that CAT scan.
My training plan this year will be vastly different to last year. Last year's training plan, was a bit 'Forest Gump', keep on running and running until your legs stop working or you keel over. I didn't do either of those so I know I can do the distance I'd like to do it with a bit more panache. Whether or not you can run with panache is questionable. The plan this year includes a healthier eating plan, pilates, interval training, long distance runs and also lots, lots more work on my mental attitude using hypnosis.
The training starts early Feb and in the mean time I'm enjoying running, pushing myself that little bit harder, reducing my times, and just enjoying running for running's sake.
So onwards to the birth of my new improved running style with panache, and faster, and using hypnosis. Perhaps I could be the Audrey Hepburn of running. Mmmm, now where is that number for my GP.
Not very long then, not very long at all.
So I've already started planning. I've already pulled together an Excel spreadsheet, with weeks and days, what I'd like to have achieved each week and each month. Record what I've actually achieved such is the focus on achieving my biggest challenge to date.
The Bournemouth Half Marathon.
There must surely be some wiring gone awry in my brain. For after The Great South Run I suffered with terrible, pestiferous cold sores, it was like the Black Death, honestly I'm not exaggerating, followed by a big emotional trauma, followed by a week of being ill (I've not been that poorly in over 20 years), followed by more cold sores although not to the Black Death standard, then enduring the festive season and all the parties that go with that and then at some point in the last week or so I start to feel a bit better. Now as much as I'd like to blame it all on The Great South Run that would be churlish and abdicating any responsibility for my health. So it must definately be a wiring issue.
Hence all the planning, well in advance, perhaps, some might say a little OCD? But in October my goal is to run The Bournemouth Half Marathon in just about 2 hours. Mmm, maybe I should ask my GP for a CAT scan? The Great South took me 2:17, there was a little break to powder my nose and I don't mean with artificial stimulants, so I reckon taking that little stop it would have been 2:12 give or take a few seconds. And now I've decided I'd like to run even further, in less time, definately need that CAT scan.
My training plan this year will be vastly different to last year. Last year's training plan, was a bit 'Forest Gump', keep on running and running until your legs stop working or you keel over. I didn't do either of those so I know I can do the distance I'd like to do it with a bit more panache. Whether or not you can run with panache is questionable. The plan this year includes a healthier eating plan, pilates, interval training, long distance runs and also lots, lots more work on my mental attitude using hypnosis.
The training starts early Feb and in the mean time I'm enjoying running, pushing myself that little bit harder, reducing my times, and just enjoying running for running's sake.
So onwards to the birth of my new improved running style with panache, and faster, and using hypnosis. Perhaps I could be the Audrey Hepburn of running. Mmmm, now where is that number for my GP.
Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Tis the season to be Merry . . .
Fa la, la, la, la la la, la
Apparently.
The fecundity of joy that assaults our senses everywhere we go starting in September, coming to it's unavoidable climax in December surely cannot be the experience of the majority of the population? The feeling that we must have 'the' most fun on 25th December, that we must 'stuff' ourselves to exploding point and be filled with an over whelming sense of love, (thank you Jesus), just ain't the case for most of us.
So as my Mum and Stepdad snore the afternoon away, full after a rather fabulous Christmas meal it was time to plan even more running for 2013. So I've gone and done it, bought myself a Christmas present, but a Christmas present that will start in January and go on until October 6th. It's the present that just keeps on giving and giving. I've bought my entry to the Bournemouth Half Marathon. Eeek and double eeek.
I had thought when I started this blog that by the time the Great South Run had been and gone that I would be a svelte size 12, no wobbly bits in sight (well apart from the obvious ones and only surgery will stop that), toned, fit and full of energy.
I am a few of those things. I am slimmer, svelter, fitter, more toned but not so full of energy (that could be down to the broken heart, the weeks illness, ensuing round of Christmas parties and the rather large Christmas dinner that I've just eaten). I realised that after a long run, well a long run in my book, say 8k, a man size pizza with all the trimmings afterwards do not lead to a svelte size 12. It only leads to a misplaced sense of righteousness.
So with an even bigger goal to achieve in just over 10 months, it's time to get my proverbial skates on, cut out the man size pizza's, up my self hypnosis for running, crack on with Pilate's, get some help from a personal trainer, run lots more with running buddies and go get that svelte size 12, energy and reduction in wobbly bits (well . . . all but two of them).
So here's to running in 2013, and maybe I'll treat myself to a new pair of trainers as well?
Apparently.
The fecundity of joy that assaults our senses everywhere we go starting in September, coming to it's unavoidable climax in December surely cannot be the experience of the majority of the population? The feeling that we must have 'the' most fun on 25th December, that we must 'stuff' ourselves to exploding point and be filled with an over whelming sense of love, (thank you Jesus), just ain't the case for most of us.
So as my Mum and Stepdad snore the afternoon away, full after a rather fabulous Christmas meal it was time to plan even more running for 2013. So I've gone and done it, bought myself a Christmas present, but a Christmas present that will start in January and go on until October 6th. It's the present that just keeps on giving and giving. I've bought my entry to the Bournemouth Half Marathon. Eeek and double eeek.
I had thought when I started this blog that by the time the Great South Run had been and gone that I would be a svelte size 12, no wobbly bits in sight (well apart from the obvious ones and only surgery will stop that), toned, fit and full of energy.
I am a few of those things. I am slimmer, svelter, fitter, more toned but not so full of energy (that could be down to the broken heart, the weeks illness, ensuing round of Christmas parties and the rather large Christmas dinner that I've just eaten). I realised that after a long run, well a long run in my book, say 8k, a man size pizza with all the trimmings afterwards do not lead to a svelte size 12. It only leads to a misplaced sense of righteousness.
So with an even bigger goal to achieve in just over 10 months, it's time to get my proverbial skates on, cut out the man size pizza's, up my self hypnosis for running, crack on with Pilate's, get some help from a personal trainer, run lots more with running buddies and go get that svelte size 12, energy and reduction in wobbly bits (well . . . all but two of them).
So here's to running in 2013, and maybe I'll treat myself to a new pair of trainers as well?
Sunday, 16 December 2012
The Portsmouth Santa Fun Run
Wow, what a truly amazing, brilliant day.
It's not often that I set an alarm on a Sunday morning for 7am so that I can travel just over 20 miles in a Santa outfit to run 10k or 6.4 miles in old money. But this Sunday was the Portsmouth Santa Fun Run, and it certainly lived up to it's name. It was just what the Dr ordered.
It was only about three weeks ago that I made the decision to sign-up and do the Santa Fun run being cajoled and encouraged by my new running chums Clare Horan and Jenny Jones and I'm really chuffed that they did.
After a horrible five weeks including a break up, some stressful work bollocks and a hideous cold (have I mentioned before I never get sick! I promise I will stop whining about being poorly soon) running has been a great help. Surprising I know, but being outdoors, pushing myself, meeting up with friends and getting those endorphins flowing through my veins is like a tonic and a healthy one at that. And so the Santa Run appeared to be an excellent idea.
I haven't done a big run since the Great South Run which is 10 miles, which wiped me out for a couple of weeks, followed by all of the above, my furthest distance in all that time has been 5k and probably only about four times. Eek, my training has been quite low on the agenda and I was unsure of whether I'd actually be able to do it.
Sunshiny Day
So Sunday started with the most beautiful sunshiny morning, not a cloud in the sky, no harsh wind and even feeling pretty warm, which is great for running, not so great in a running outfit hidden by a Santa outfit. It all gets pretty sweaty, pretty quickly.
Awash with Santa's
Arrival in Portsmouth saw the hurried dressing up as Santa with the obligatory bright red Christmassy lipstick for the ladies, it is Christmas after all and you've got to get a bit of glamour into running if you possibly can. There was a posse of 10 of us, some running 5k and some running 10k and I must admit to feeling a teensy bit jealous that I hadn't put my name down for the 5k. In our posse was Clare Horan, Jenny Jones, Catherine Alpin, Barbara Boshier, Emma O'Brian, Linda, Mike and Evelyn (?) and Orelio who wasn't running as he was feeling pants. And we all cut a very fine Santa figure.
At the start line there were Samba drums which are amazing at getting you jeed up, warmed up and buzzing with excitement and the sea front was awash with Santa's. I think there may have been about 1,500 Santa's down at the sea front, and it was fabulous to see.
And then we were off, up the promenade with the sea on our right and an enormous snake of red far off into the distance, snaking their way eventually back down the shingle beach (that was tough!) and back onto the promenade to continue the journey along the sea front.
Running ain't so difficult with support from friends
And it was tough, and it felt like a bloody long way, my legs felt heavy around the 7k mark, I was coughing but there was no effing way I was going to give in and walk. I have to give a big thank you to Clare Horan, Jenny Jones, Linda and Evelyn for all their support on this run. It was tough for lots of reasons but also bloody brilliant fun.
And now I'm home, bathed, warm, a glass of red and smiling on the inside.
So if you're toying with the idea of starting to run, at the very least aim to do the Portsmouth Santa Fun Run for the RNLI, it's a great day you won't forget in a hurry.
Here's a Merry Christmas to all, have a wonderful time with your friends and loved ones.
xxxx
It's not often that I set an alarm on a Sunday morning for 7am so that I can travel just over 20 miles in a Santa outfit to run 10k or 6.4 miles in old money. But this Sunday was the Portsmouth Santa Fun Run, and it certainly lived up to it's name. It was just what the Dr ordered.
It was only about three weeks ago that I made the decision to sign-up and do the Santa Fun run being cajoled and encouraged by my new running chums Clare Horan and Jenny Jones and I'm really chuffed that they did.
After a horrible five weeks including a break up, some stressful work bollocks and a hideous cold (have I mentioned before I never get sick! I promise I will stop whining about being poorly soon) running has been a great help. Surprising I know, but being outdoors, pushing myself, meeting up with friends and getting those endorphins flowing through my veins is like a tonic and a healthy one at that. And so the Santa Run appeared to be an excellent idea.
I haven't done a big run since the Great South Run which is 10 miles, which wiped me out for a couple of weeks, followed by all of the above, my furthest distance in all that time has been 5k and probably only about four times. Eek, my training has been quite low on the agenda and I was unsure of whether I'd actually be able to do it.
Sunshiny Day
So Sunday started with the most beautiful sunshiny morning, not a cloud in the sky, no harsh wind and even feeling pretty warm, which is great for running, not so great in a running outfit hidden by a Santa outfit. It all gets pretty sweaty, pretty quickly.
Awash with Santa's
Arrival in Portsmouth saw the hurried dressing up as Santa with the obligatory bright red Christmassy lipstick for the ladies, it is Christmas after all and you've got to get a bit of glamour into running if you possibly can. There was a posse of 10 of us, some running 5k and some running 10k and I must admit to feeling a teensy bit jealous that I hadn't put my name down for the 5k. In our posse was Clare Horan, Jenny Jones, Catherine Alpin, Barbara Boshier, Emma O'Brian, Linda, Mike and Evelyn (?) and Orelio who wasn't running as he was feeling pants. And we all cut a very fine Santa figure.
At the start line there were Samba drums which are amazing at getting you jeed up, warmed up and buzzing with excitement and the sea front was awash with Santa's. I think there may have been about 1,500 Santa's down at the sea front, and it was fabulous to see.
And then we were off, up the promenade with the sea on our right and an enormous snake of red far off into the distance, snaking their way eventually back down the shingle beach (that was tough!) and back onto the promenade to continue the journey along the sea front.
Running ain't so difficult with support from friends
And it was tough, and it felt like a bloody long way, my legs felt heavy around the 7k mark, I was coughing but there was no effing way I was going to give in and walk. I have to give a big thank you to Clare Horan, Jenny Jones, Linda and Evelyn for all their support on this run. It was tough for lots of reasons but also bloody brilliant fun.
And now I'm home, bathed, warm, a glass of red and smiling on the inside.
So if you're toying with the idea of starting to run, at the very least aim to do the Portsmouth Santa Fun Run for the RNLI, it's a great day you won't forget in a hurry.
Here's a Merry Christmas to all, have a wonderful time with your friends and loved ones.
xxxx
Saturday, 15 December 2012
So I should make lemonade . . .
Running, running, running, still I keep running and still I keep at a similar speed. Sometimes I feel like a lumbering oaf, heaving myself around a park or suburbia, running and for what purpose. OK I know the answer to this one, to get better, faster, fitter, happier, run for longer, have more energy and prove to myself that I can do pretty much anything that I set my mind to, I remember now, there are a lot of good reasons why I run.
So being the ungrateful recipient of a cold, as someone who is rarely, if ever sick, or even remotely poorly it comes as a bit of shock to have to carry around tissues and blow my nose, and sniff and breath with my mouth open like a panting dog in the heat of Summer.
With a sore throat, laboured breathing, still .... I went running. A new parkrun venue in Netley was the lucky recipient of my laboured run last Saturday. But what a lovely place to run, by the sea, through a bit of the woods and three short laps. The wonderful Arelio from Lordshill Road Runners ran with me, all the way round. Arelio is an experienced runner, 72 marathons under his belt, and he has the kindness and motivation to support and motivate those of us to do well and I am eternally grateful. I didn't get a personal best this week and I am a little disappointed but with a stinking cold a sort throat and running on a cold Winters day I was still out there and running rather than lying there in bed, feeling sorry for myself.
The Diet
In the effort to increase speed I'm guessing I should check out my diet, finding the best foods to aid recovery and provide much required energy to fuel the legs to go further for longer. Although I wish that a hot, pepperoni pizza would do all of the above, sadly I think I'll be disappointed. The Christmas holidays will give me the time and opportunity to get stuck into my collection of running magazines work out what to stock my cupboards with, cook and freeze stuff, all to make life a little easier and increase my speed just a little.
The Garmin Watch
An amazing watch which should, for all intents and purposes be my running saviour, getting that pace a little faster, a few more seconds off my times. And still the watch currently resides in its box, on a shelf, unused and unloved. I have yet to read the instructions and yet to sort out my laptop as it seems as reluctant to pair with my garmin as I do. A gift somewhat tainted. And so it will sit, until I dig out the Silvo and polish the tarnish off once and for all, read those instructions and really start working towards that elusive PB.
Man Flu
'The Cold' turned into 'Man Flu' and the last week saw me mostly asleep, about 12 - 16 hours for the first three days and waking up in a pool of my own sweat, wishing that my Mum lived close by and could bring me some chicken soup and tlc. Instead my new best friends now were the sofa, my bed, my hot water bottle and lemsip. But all good things come to an end, that and impending insanity being confined to the house saw me back at work on Friday and out at the works party on Friday night. And as I like to plan in advance I'd already passed up the opportunity to run at parkrun on Saturday morning and marshalled instead. I was quite pleased with my decision, feeling slightly jaded, wishing the other runners well, feeling pleased for once that it wasn't me.
Santa Hats
Tomorrow is the Santa run in Portsmouth, a whole 10k and I'm feeling a little jaded and without my usual run buzz, but I'm sure the addition of a Santa hat will make all the difference, and if life gives you lemons, you know what to do.
So being the ungrateful recipient of a cold, as someone who is rarely, if ever sick, or even remotely poorly it comes as a bit of shock to have to carry around tissues and blow my nose, and sniff and breath with my mouth open like a panting dog in the heat of Summer.
With a sore throat, laboured breathing, still .... I went running. A new parkrun venue in Netley was the lucky recipient of my laboured run last Saturday. But what a lovely place to run, by the sea, through a bit of the woods and three short laps. The wonderful Arelio from Lordshill Road Runners ran with me, all the way round. Arelio is an experienced runner, 72 marathons under his belt, and he has the kindness and motivation to support and motivate those of us to do well and I am eternally grateful. I didn't get a personal best this week and I am a little disappointed but with a stinking cold a sort throat and running on a cold Winters day I was still out there and running rather than lying there in bed, feeling sorry for myself.
The Diet
In the effort to increase speed I'm guessing I should check out my diet, finding the best foods to aid recovery and provide much required energy to fuel the legs to go further for longer. Although I wish that a hot, pepperoni pizza would do all of the above, sadly I think I'll be disappointed. The Christmas holidays will give me the time and opportunity to get stuck into my collection of running magazines work out what to stock my cupboards with, cook and freeze stuff, all to make life a little easier and increase my speed just a little.
The Garmin Watch
An amazing watch which should, for all intents and purposes be my running saviour, getting that pace a little faster, a few more seconds off my times. And still the watch currently resides in its box, on a shelf, unused and unloved. I have yet to read the instructions and yet to sort out my laptop as it seems as reluctant to pair with my garmin as I do. A gift somewhat tainted. And so it will sit, until I dig out the Silvo and polish the tarnish off once and for all, read those instructions and really start working towards that elusive PB.
Man Flu
'The Cold' turned into 'Man Flu' and the last week saw me mostly asleep, about 12 - 16 hours for the first three days and waking up in a pool of my own sweat, wishing that my Mum lived close by and could bring me some chicken soup and tlc. Instead my new best friends now were the sofa, my bed, my hot water bottle and lemsip. But all good things come to an end, that and impending insanity being confined to the house saw me back at work on Friday and out at the works party on Friday night. And as I like to plan in advance I'd already passed up the opportunity to run at parkrun on Saturday morning and marshalled instead. I was quite pleased with my decision, feeling slightly jaded, wishing the other runners well, feeling pleased for once that it wasn't me.
Santa Hats
Tomorrow is the Santa run in Portsmouth, a whole 10k and I'm feeling a little jaded and without my usual run buzz, but I'm sure the addition of a Santa hat will make all the difference, and if life gives you lemons, you know what to do.
Sunday, 2 December 2012
And so the brass monkeys roam
And so December starts even colder than some hearts but still the desire to run is running hot in my veins.
As I ventured back to the running club on a Monday night, it proved to be an experience where I wished I had a love of carrots more extreme than Bugs Bunny. My first Monday night in months was a little darker, wetter and colder than the last time. With the onset of Winter, dark evenings, high vis jackets and even more attractive high vis gloves you could have mistaken me for an uncool raver, sans glowstick and thumping music.
Surprisingly to all you non runners it was bloody lovely. A whole bunch of runners sporting head torches (except for me) running around the common in the pursuit of fitness, a new personal best, stress relief and without any nervousness at all of being in the deepest darkest woods of Southampton Common.
This time of year the lure of the sofa and a warm red wine is extremely strong, especially when it feels like every breath will create a mini runway of frozen breath straight from your mouth. Luckily I visualise the feeling after a run is far more desirable than the regret of not going. I keep seeing a quote on Pinterest, along the lines of, 'it doesn't matter how fast you go, you are lapping everyone on the sofa', and so I remind myself of this every time the sofa is whispering my name.
The mental battle began again in earnest on Saturday morning when the temperature gauges were showing below 0 and the duvet was showing 'toasty'. I considered my choices, stay in bed, drink tea, have a leisurely morning, or; get up, go to parkrun, get the endorphins going and feel rather chuffed with myself. Parkrun won. And it was brass monkeys cold, but I caught up with some runners that I haven't seen for a while and it's great friendly warm community, which overruled the 'toasty' duvet feeling.
Whether it was the freezing cold, or the considerable weight loss I've experienced these last few weeks, or sheer bloody mindedness, I don't know but I got a new personal best, an improvement of 39 seconds. To anyone who doesn't run this might not sound like much, but seeing that figure certainly provides a mile wide grin across the face.
As my love affair with running grows I've now signed up for:
As I ventured back to the running club on a Monday night, it proved to be an experience where I wished I had a love of carrots more extreme than Bugs Bunny. My first Monday night in months was a little darker, wetter and colder than the last time. With the onset of Winter, dark evenings, high vis jackets and even more attractive high vis gloves you could have mistaken me for an uncool raver, sans glowstick and thumping music.
Surprisingly to all you non runners it was bloody lovely. A whole bunch of runners sporting head torches (except for me) running around the common in the pursuit of fitness, a new personal best, stress relief and without any nervousness at all of being in the deepest darkest woods of Southampton Common.
This time of year the lure of the sofa and a warm red wine is extremely strong, especially when it feels like every breath will create a mini runway of frozen breath straight from your mouth. Luckily I visualise the feeling after a run is far more desirable than the regret of not going. I keep seeing a quote on Pinterest, along the lines of, 'it doesn't matter how fast you go, you are lapping everyone on the sofa', and so I remind myself of this every time the sofa is whispering my name.
The mental battle began again in earnest on Saturday morning when the temperature gauges were showing below 0 and the duvet was showing 'toasty'. I considered my choices, stay in bed, drink tea, have a leisurely morning, or; get up, go to parkrun, get the endorphins going and feel rather chuffed with myself. Parkrun won. And it was brass monkeys cold, but I caught up with some runners that I haven't seen for a while and it's great friendly warm community, which overruled the 'toasty' duvet feeling.
Whether it was the freezing cold, or the considerable weight loss I've experienced these last few weeks, or sheer bloody mindedness, I don't know but I got a new personal best, an improvement of 39 seconds. To anyone who doesn't run this might not sound like much, but seeing that figure certainly provides a mile wide grin across the face.
As my love affair with running grows I've now signed up for:
- The Santa Fun Run for the RNLI on 16th December - so I will now need to find a Santa outfit.
- The Stubbington 10k in January
- And Thunder Run in July which I don't know much about, except it's through the night
But for right now, the heating is on, I have fresh coffee and some warm mince pies and the monkeys are on their own.
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