Is exactly how I felt after my personal training session with Dave on Sunday. It's been over week since the Eastleigh 10k, with no exercise until Sunday, eating out loads in the last week catching up with friends. Stress eating at work, those chocolate covered malted milk biscuits...I'm sure they're laced with Cocaine
But back to the Eastleigh 10k. I ran it last year and I've not been shy about being a slow runner, I just keep on going and going a bit like a Duracell bunny So this year I wanted to do better than last year and set myself a goal of 1 hour 15 mins. Four sessions in and my stability has improved, my core strength has improved and even my wildly swinging right leg is starting to look like it actual belongs to me.
On the Friday before the race in my PT session I ran on a treadmill at a pace that would get me in at 1:15, it was a pace that I felt comfortable doing without feeling that I'd keel, turn a shade of purple or throw up at the end trying to achieve it.
Race day, feeling confident, well rested, no booze the night before and ready to run with the girls. Once there I practised my running drills (much to the girls amusement). And so we positioned ourselves in the 'It's going to take you a while' position, waiting for the klaxon to go. 10am and off it went, it took us a while to cross the start line and I got into my groove. Now I like to run with people but I also like to run quietly engrossed in my thoughts. I like to concentrate and now think about how my feet are landing (following my running drills, I am learning) and what my posture is like, and focus on my pace. The k's kept increasing, the distance decreasing, and eventually on reaching about 8k I started to flag. Focusing on my posture, and pace and knowing that it wasn't far to go, I dug deep and just kept on pushing through.
My time was 1:15:32 which was 2 mins and 6 secs better than last year. I know that I've been running a lot in that time but this was a tangible improvement. My aim is to knock 20 mins off my half marathon time which is huge. But now I'm training in a different way, building muscle groups to make me stronger, pushing myself to run faster for shorter bursts and so now I'm excited again, got my mojo back about improving my running times, fitness and figure. And fantastically have already knocked just shy of half an inch off my waist in just four PT sessions :-)
And so I have some very quiet weeks ahead, by quiet I mean, just two nights out which I must confess to being quite excited about. So in this next three weeks my plan includes two personal training sessions a week, and some extra stuff at home, not entirely sure what just yet. But excited
And as 70% of weight is down to diet I'll be looking at that too. I pretty much understand about eating well, it's just my leaning towards all things sweet or cheesy have a certain hold over me, so I'll be practising some self hypnosis to help me combat that. Malted milk biscuits, you can do one, and I can kiss goodbye to the Wibble Wobble on my tummy!
Apologies in advance for the link, if you listen through to the end and you'll be stuck with 'Sausage in a pan, sausage in a pan, sizzle sozzle, sizzle sozzle, sausage in a pan' in your head.
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
Friday, 21 March 2014
Coming out of HIbernation
Like a bear crawling out of a dark cave the motivation and determination that saw me through The Great South in October 2012 and the Bournemouth Half Marathon in October 2013 was slowly making a reappearance but at a snails pace.
The dark nights, seemingly endless rain, the 'after Christmas' lull all resulted in a sort of resentment to get back out there and really get back into running. The always present lure of the sofa, or glass of red wine...or two, working it's magic, keeping me safely inside.
Now don't get me wrong I didn't hang up my running shoes completely. Regular 10k's with my running buddies, the occasional park run all happened but I was feeling like the sluggish bear who'd just woken up. And my running wasn't improving. I wasn't getting the after glow and high that I used to get.
I just wasn't feeling it.
And I wanted that old feeling back.
Something had to change, my attitude, thought processes and effort, I had races to run and PB's to get.
When I had my running trainers fitted last year I was informed that my glutes and core were weak. So I knew that these bad boys needed some work.
.
More help was definitely required.
And up on Facebook popped Brightside Personal Training, offering a free running ebook www.brightsiderunning.com/ which I read but hadn't the motivation or confidence to actually do them. Then there was the offer for a free running assessment. OK, no running away from it (no pun intended), time to book that appointment, check out the cash flow and get a move on (sorry).
Assessment day arrived and there were no surprises. I was stronger on one side, and my glutes and core needed some work. Alex Yates put me through my paces, and taught me some running exercises that had immediate effects on my running style, and I mean in that 40 minute session. I was impressed and knew this was worth investing in to kick start my fitness again. And so it began, three sessions in and another nine booked and a promise of an inch off my waist what have a I got to lose.
I already feel leaner and stronger, which considering the amount of hours I've run is bloody amazing, although the pain in my glutes has occasionally felt like I've had red hot pokers stuck in them!
On Sunday I have my first race of the year, the Eastliegh 10k and following my session with Dave Car this evening I'm hoping to get a PB.
So the bear is fully out of hibernation and Spring has sprung and a new level of fitness and running PB is looking ominous.
The dark nights, seemingly endless rain, the 'after Christmas' lull all resulted in a sort of resentment to get back out there and really get back into running. The always present lure of the sofa, or glass of red wine...or two, working it's magic, keeping me safely inside.
Now don't get me wrong I didn't hang up my running shoes completely. Regular 10k's with my running buddies, the occasional park run all happened but I was feeling like the sluggish bear who'd just woken up. And my running wasn't improving. I wasn't getting the after glow and high that I used to get.
I just wasn't feeling it.
And I wanted that old feeling back.
Something had to change, my attitude, thought processes and effort, I had races to run and PB's to get.
When I had my running trainers fitted last year I was informed that my glutes and core were weak. So I knew that these bad boys needed some work.
.More help was definitely required.
And up on Facebook popped Brightside Personal Training, offering a free running ebook www.brightsiderunning.com/ which I read but hadn't the motivation or confidence to actually do them. Then there was the offer for a free running assessment. OK, no running away from it (no pun intended), time to book that appointment, check out the cash flow and get a move on (sorry).
Assessment day arrived and there were no surprises. I was stronger on one side, and my glutes and core needed some work. Alex Yates put me through my paces, and taught me some running exercises that had immediate effects on my running style, and I mean in that 40 minute session. I was impressed and knew this was worth investing in to kick start my fitness again. And so it began, three sessions in and another nine booked and a promise of an inch off my waist what have a I got to lose.
I already feel leaner and stronger, which considering the amount of hours I've run is bloody amazing, although the pain in my glutes has occasionally felt like I've had red hot pokers stuck in them!
On Sunday I have my first race of the year, the Eastliegh 10k and following my session with Dave Car this evening I'm hoping to get a PB.
So the bear is fully out of hibernation and Spring has sprung and a new level of fitness and running PB is looking ominous.
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Bournemouth Half Marathon - 6th October 2013
Shame
It's been over a month since I've been here sharing my horror stories and triumphs of running. I feel ashamed for not keeping it up regularly, but life got a little crazy and something had to give and the blog lost. But running training prevailed, luckily as my first half marathon is tomorrow.
Exhaustion
The last month has seen training ramp up, for what will be my first half marathon. Saturday or Sunday started early with 9 mile, 10 mile, 11 mile runs, the night before spent chaste with only minimal imbibing of alcohol, well apart from one...and I still ran 9 miles the following morning.
One longer run was awful, I'd had a bad back earlier in the week and so ran with a sort of back support wrapped around my middle. About 6 -7 miles in, my hip started to complain, quietly to start with, swiftly moving on to SHOUTING. Feeling like a bag of rusty nine inch nails were writhing around my hip joint, I, of course carried on, virtually dragging my left foot. There was no dribbling and no talk of 'The Bells, The Bells' but I imagine I could have easily auditioned for that part. Run complete. Confidence knocked. Completely exhausted.
Courage
And so the next planned long run was filled with trepidation. Would my body let me down. Would it tell me in no uncertain terms to 'bloody stop running, you crazy woman', would my resolve to run be beaten? No, no and no. My resolve never gets broken, I keep on going like a dog with a bone. The run was great, no pain at all, thankfully and another milestone achieved.
Surprise and Sadness
A lone run out one afternoon saw one of those moments every runner dreads. The slow motion, surprise movement from upright to prone. In the road, in the gutter, in broad daylight and people saw me. Picking myself up, I put weight back on my foot and sharp pain shot through my ankle. Tears sprang to my eyes, and the only thing running was the blood down my hand as I limped back home. The ankle swelled and hurt (add lots of profanities) three weeks before the half marathon. More profanities.
I rested a week and then tested my ankle on short runs, all good. Then a long run, still all good. A fabulous result, my ankle was fine and I would still be running the Bournemouth Half Marathon.
Excitement and Trepidation
So it is tomorrow, 13.1 miles. I am excited and nervous but know that unless my bones break, or my joints fail I will be crossing the finish line. Looking dishevelled but ecstatic.
Thankful
There are a few people who have been hugely instrumental in helping me achieve my running goals and they are Clare Horan, Gemma Kirkland and Emma Obrien. And a thank you (I think) to Adam Eason for being my running inspiration and getting me going.
It's been over a month since I've been here sharing my horror stories and triumphs of running. I feel ashamed for not keeping it up regularly, but life got a little crazy and something had to give and the blog lost. But running training prevailed, luckily as my first half marathon is tomorrow.
Exhaustion
The last month has seen training ramp up, for what will be my first half marathon. Saturday or Sunday started early with 9 mile, 10 mile, 11 mile runs, the night before spent chaste with only minimal imbibing of alcohol, well apart from one...and I still ran 9 miles the following morning.
One longer run was awful, I'd had a bad back earlier in the week and so ran with a sort of back support wrapped around my middle. About 6 -7 miles in, my hip started to complain, quietly to start with, swiftly moving on to SHOUTING. Feeling like a bag of rusty nine inch nails were writhing around my hip joint, I, of course carried on, virtually dragging my left foot. There was no dribbling and no talk of 'The Bells, The Bells' but I imagine I could have easily auditioned for that part. Run complete. Confidence knocked. Completely exhausted.
Courage
And so the next planned long run was filled with trepidation. Would my body let me down. Would it tell me in no uncertain terms to 'bloody stop running, you crazy woman', would my resolve to run be beaten? No, no and no. My resolve never gets broken, I keep on going like a dog with a bone. The run was great, no pain at all, thankfully and another milestone achieved.
Surprise and Sadness
A lone run out one afternoon saw one of those moments every runner dreads. The slow motion, surprise movement from upright to prone. In the road, in the gutter, in broad daylight and people saw me. Picking myself up, I put weight back on my foot and sharp pain shot through my ankle. Tears sprang to my eyes, and the only thing running was the blood down my hand as I limped back home. The ankle swelled and hurt (add lots of profanities) three weeks before the half marathon. More profanities.
I rested a week and then tested my ankle on short runs, all good. Then a long run, still all good. A fabulous result, my ankle was fine and I would still be running the Bournemouth Half Marathon.
Excitement and Trepidation
So it is tomorrow, 13.1 miles. I am excited and nervous but know that unless my bones break, or my joints fail I will be crossing the finish line. Looking dishevelled but ecstatic.
Thankful
There are a few people who have been hugely instrumental in helping me achieve my running goals and they are Clare Horan, Gemma Kirkland and Emma Obrien. And a thank you (I think) to Adam Eason for being my running inspiration and getting me going.
Monday, 26 August 2013
What a difference a day makes....
I’ve only recently heard this song by Jamie Cullum and love
it. His voice is like liquid velvet on
my ears and it’s a beautiful love song.
This weekend my training run was 10 miles, well it ended up
being 9.18 miles (14.78k), a training run! This time last year I was training
to run 10 miles in the Great South Run, and here I am, doing this distance as
training (imagine confused face). I am in awe of myself running this far, not in an arrogant way, but
more in a disbelief kinda way. There is a version of me that runs, and that
version of me sometimes still feels that it’s not really me. I’m still
surprised that a) I can run that far; b) that I’ve stayed committed to doing
it, and; c) I can’t do without running in my life anymore.
What a difference a year makes....
This year has been amazing in so many ways; I've started to write a book, I've got nine public speaking events to give, I've qualified as a Clinical Hypnotherapist, and lots more besides. So, some incredible highs and running has been my saviour in all this chaos, from stress, for my natural high, for giving me a sense of freedom, for boosting my self esteem and for giving me some nonsense to write about for pleasure.
When I started running just over a year ago my initial hopes were to become svelte
and lithe, well that hasn't happened. My comedy size chest has stayed exactly
the same size (queue Benny Hill music). I say comedy because I do not have, what
you might consider to be a runners figure. Many women whom I've spoken to about
running have lamented 'They couldn't possible run as their boobs are too big'.
Well let me 'out boob' that comment, if I can run 10 miles with a 32HH chest (I could basically wear a cup as a hat), then any woman can do it. Get the right bra, the right attitude and start to run.
Training plan on track, kinda....
With regards to whether my training plan is on track, I've missed two training runs. One due to illness and one due to life just being too damn busy and complicated at the moment. They were the short ones, the 6 milers, not the long runs, and I'm on track (no pun intended).
In six weeks time I will have completed my first half marathon and I imagine I will be feeling like the cat that got the cream, albeit a little tired. So another 5 weeks training to go and ramping up the training distance to 11 miles next weekend! Eek.
Friday, 9 August 2013
A Female Runner was Stabbed on Southampton Common
Not the most cheery title I'll admit, but true. A woman was running on Southampton Common and was stabbed by a man. She was running with her dog, at 9.45am. This information has come from the Southampton Echo so I cannot in any way vouch for it's validity.
Unusually for me, part of my running schedule for the Bournemouth Half Marathon I had one day without someone to run with and for 8 miles. And so in light of what happened I spent some time scouring the news for information, was it safe, should I carry some sort of 'weapon' with me; a nasty perfume that I could spray into an unsuspecting assailants eyes; or perhaps a tennis ball in one leg of a pair of tights that I could use to swing around their legs and trip them up while I make a run for it (only women of a certain age are likely to get the tennis ball in a leg of tights scenario); a rape alarm? I phoned the 24 hour police line (not the emergency one, of course) to be told to call back later they were busy. Questions running through my head; were the police worried, should women avoid the common at all costs? I didn't know, I couldn't find any helpful information.
I wasn't giving up my chosen run route without a fight
After a six mile run mid week, the eight mile run was part of my training plan, and was not something that I could, or wanted to miss. Nor did I want to restrict my eight miles solely to suburbia, roads, and traffic. My route took me through the Southampton Sports Centre, The Golf Club, the parts of the edge of the common in Highfield and down through the bottom of the common, Cemetery Road (to the locals known as Doggers Alley).
I also wanted to run with my outdated, classic, cheesey, hardcore, garage etc, etc dance music ringing in my ears. There is something in the rhythm of dance music like white noise to my mind and switches everything else off and allows my mind to open and let the thoughts flow.
Stubborn as...
I refused to let one incident affect what I now loved doing (well most of the time anyway), or let it affect my choices with regards to a route which I knew I would enjoy more. I was defiant against a potential risk. I would not let one person scare me from what I wanted to do, no matter what the perceived risk was. Now don't get me wrong if there was a very serious problem and multiple attacks had been made my choice would have been different. I was also aware that you have to take the media with a pinch of salt, how much of the reporting was 'exaggerated'?
And so I ran my route, the one I wanted to, part of it away from suburbia.
The first four miles were pretty much uphill culminating in Golf Course (add expletive) Road. It's very steep and it was at then end of the first half uphill route. At the top of Golf Course Road the route was much more pleasant. Part of which was running through the trees.
It was bright and sunny on Sunday morning and running through the shade and sunlight was like natures own strobe lighting, beautiful and perfect and cool.
As I ran, ignoring any sensible advice I'd been given I thought about the man who stabbed the woman in the park. What was, had been, his life experiences to lead him to do such a violent act? Did he have a mental illness, a mental breakdown, why would he do that? A random act of violence cannot come from a person who is happy.
With every step that I take on my training runs, getting ready for the half marathon it will result in raising some money for Mind, the mental health charity. Mind help those who need support and advice on a whole variety of issues; from anxiety and panic attacks, abuse, bereavement, phobias, depression, self esteem, the list goes on. My new burgeoning career is about helping people with a whole variety of issues and it's close to my heart. I wondered whether if that man, who stabbed the woman, knew about Mind and went to them for support before, then maybe he wouldn't have done what he did, something I'll never know.
So every step that I took in the woods, in the trees in the wonderful strobe lighting of nature, I knew that I'd done the right thing. I knew that any money I raise might help someone in need.
I say do what you love, take some risks, live life, help those that need it wherever you can.
I'll continue running all the while that I can, even though it's a love hate relationship. I took a risk when I started running, feeling like an idiot for even trying and here I am, planning a 9 mile run for tomorrow morning. Who'd have thought it.
Unusually for me, part of my running schedule for the Bournemouth Half Marathon I had one day without someone to run with and for 8 miles. And so in light of what happened I spent some time scouring the news for information, was it safe, should I carry some sort of 'weapon' with me; a nasty perfume that I could spray into an unsuspecting assailants eyes; or perhaps a tennis ball in one leg of a pair of tights that I could use to swing around their legs and trip them up while I make a run for it (only women of a certain age are likely to get the tennis ball in a leg of tights scenario); a rape alarm? I phoned the 24 hour police line (not the emergency one, of course) to be told to call back later they were busy. Questions running through my head; were the police worried, should women avoid the common at all costs? I didn't know, I couldn't find any helpful information.
I wasn't giving up my chosen run route without a fight
After a six mile run mid week, the eight mile run was part of my training plan, and was not something that I could, or wanted to miss. Nor did I want to restrict my eight miles solely to suburbia, roads, and traffic. My route took me through the Southampton Sports Centre, The Golf Club, the parts of the edge of the common in Highfield and down through the bottom of the common, Cemetery Road (to the locals known as Doggers Alley).
I also wanted to run with my outdated, classic, cheesey, hardcore, garage etc, etc dance music ringing in my ears. There is something in the rhythm of dance music like white noise to my mind and switches everything else off and allows my mind to open and let the thoughts flow.
Stubborn as...
I refused to let one incident affect what I now loved doing (well most of the time anyway), or let it affect my choices with regards to a route which I knew I would enjoy more. I was defiant against a potential risk. I would not let one person scare me from what I wanted to do, no matter what the perceived risk was. Now don't get me wrong if there was a very serious problem and multiple attacks had been made my choice would have been different. I was also aware that you have to take the media with a pinch of salt, how much of the reporting was 'exaggerated'?
And so I ran my route, the one I wanted to, part of it away from suburbia.
The first four miles were pretty much uphill culminating in Golf Course (add expletive) Road. It's very steep and it was at then end of the first half uphill route. At the top of Golf Course Road the route was much more pleasant. Part of which was running through the trees.
It was bright and sunny on Sunday morning and running through the shade and sunlight was like natures own strobe lighting, beautiful and perfect and cool.
As I ran, ignoring any sensible advice I'd been given I thought about the man who stabbed the woman in the park. What was, had been, his life experiences to lead him to do such a violent act? Did he have a mental illness, a mental breakdown, why would he do that? A random act of violence cannot come from a person who is happy.
With every step that I take on my training runs, getting ready for the half marathon it will result in raising some money for Mind, the mental health charity. Mind help those who need support and advice on a whole variety of issues; from anxiety and panic attacks, abuse, bereavement, phobias, depression, self esteem, the list goes on. My new burgeoning career is about helping people with a whole variety of issues and it's close to my heart. I wondered whether if that man, who stabbed the woman, knew about Mind and went to them for support before, then maybe he wouldn't have done what he did, something I'll never know.
So every step that I took in the woods, in the trees in the wonderful strobe lighting of nature, I knew that I'd done the right thing. I knew that any money I raise might help someone in need.
I say do what you love, take some risks, live life, help those that need it wherever you can.
I'll continue running all the while that I can, even though it's a love hate relationship. I took a risk when I started running, feeling like an idiot for even trying and here I am, planning a 9 mile run for tomorrow morning. Who'd have thought it.
Monday, 22 July 2013
The Good Hair Guide to Avoiding 'Monica' Hair in this Heat
There is no way around it. I have big hair. And in this mini heatwave running with big hair is akin to running with a king size electric blanket wrapped around my head turned up to scorchio.
So after planning my half marathon training to coincide with the first mini heatwave in since 2006 (when I used to wonder why runners didn't just use their cars) I started with a small seven miles to kick it all off.
Sat 13th July
I hadn't actually mapped the route but was guessing the distance based on similar previous routes I'd run. My running partner Gem hadn't completed a long run since the Great South in Oct last year, so combining that with the heatwave it could prove to be a tough one. But that's OK, we'll just leave early in the morning, how about 8am. I must admit to being quite excited by the prospect of starting my half marathon training as it was a weekend of sorting, life laundering, getting my proverbial 'stuff' together.
It felt difficult, I felt like The Wicked Witch of the East completely drying out, my eyes were stinging as the sweat from my electric blanket heated head poured from me. But as I've found, once you've mentally passed the barrier of 'not stopping', it's almost impossible to do so, you also start to automatically replace the negative self talk, which is basically 'I can't do this' with 'I can do this', 'I've done it before', and start to think about how chuffed and smug you'll be when you've finished the route.
And we did, we completed the route, yes were melting, and exhausted but we finished it.
Question is, will a baseball cap to run in serve to help keep the heat off my head or just act as a couple of pings of the microwave to super heat my head. I don't have the answer to that just yet but must Google it.
Mapping the run showed an impressive 7.43 mile route. Excuse me while I high five myself.
Bearing in mind the heat, I was very aware that I must stay hydrated and drank copious amounts. What I didn't do was eat, well not until the early afternoon as I was still completing my 'missions' and it wasn't until I was feeling a bit wan, early afternoon, that I ate, well scoffed a sandwich would be a better description. And mid afternoon the tell tale signs of migraine started to creep in. I'm well stocked with pain killers for such events and still wouldn't slow down and it continued into Sunday with the 'swimming through glue' and nausea that sometimes accompanies these blasted headaches. So lesson learned, eat and drink!
Thursday 18th July
We still have a heatwave. There is still plenty of rush hour traffic. I still have a half marathon to train for. Cold beers and BBQ appear much more inviting but in the absence of any invite to such an event the trainers were first choice. Following a hectic week, lack of sleep, yet again I hadn't mapped a route but out we trotted in the insane heat. Although it wasn't the six miles planned it was 4.3 miles and in this heat I'm still pleased with that.
Saturday 20th July
The heatwave continues, apparently we are at level 3 - 'heatwave action' which almost sounds like a great name for an adult movie! The sun beating down on me pulling water out of me like the taxman pulling cash out of my salary.
In a bid to perhaps run a little cooler our escapade started at about 7.45 with our 8 mile route mapped out. Down to the seafront, up through the old town, around the park up, yadda, yadda, yadda. Some parts harder to run than others. Some parts in full sun, between the buildings, no shade, no wind. Some parts, long slow inclines, with no shade.
And then, eventually, we were at that point on the route, sanctuary. The terrain was flat, followed by a slow decline to the end of the route. The surroundings were wooded, providing some longed for shade and we were homeward bound. And arrived, still standing, just. We just ran 8.3 miles in a heatwave.
And after this run, I drank loads of water, and I ate. Not a migraine in site just plenty of endorphins.
I can only hope that as I push myself to run in the heat, that come the Bournemouth half marathon it will be a piece of cake, as surely running in autumn will be like heaven compared to running in a heatwave.
And to avoid the electric blanket heating effect of my hair I think I've found the solution.
Here's to the predicted thunderstorms and noisey hair!
Monday, 8 July 2013
For Goodness Sake, Shut the Fluff up and Get On With It
Yey..... running 13.2 miles....what was I thinking. Like c'mon? You're a busty girl, keeping running like this you're going to be using those as a scarf for the winter of 2013, no need to worry about the rising cost of heating bills!
Torn (Que song in your head by Natalie Imbroglio)
Some of my future goals include running a half marathon (jeez!), setting up my hypnotherapy practice, writing a book on self esteem, getting back to my artistic roots and becoming a super heroine and saving the world, of course (doesn't everyone?).
Sometimes though, I am dogged by the rebel in me, who is hellbent of undoing all the good work I have done this last year. I am ashamed to admit that I have been partaking of the odd cigarette, especially when there is a glass of Prosecco to accompany it, the lascivious part of my nature taking full control, which is in complete opposition to the goals I really want. After all my study, there is a certain feeling of freedom and a willingness to go wild but I have to remind myself that I am no whippersnapper any more.
So enough now of the self indulgence and my wild side, a bit of self hypnosis to get myself right back on the righteous track I have less than three months to get half marathon fit. Expletive. Ooookaaaay. So goodbye to the bad old ways and hello new invigorated healthy me.
It is common to lapse on whatever course we take in life but it is just as important to admit to yourself that you are infallible, that you can fall down but what's most important is being able to pick yourself back up, and get right back on that proverbial horse.
So now I have a training plan, I have had many, but this was devised with my running partner, this very evening, helping each other along. Giving up boozy nights before a big run and getting ourselves into a good running form. So the half marathon running plan looks like this:
13/07 - 7 miles
16/07 - 6 miles
20/07 - 8 miles
25/07 - 6 miles
28/07 - 8 miles
31/07 - 6 miles
02/08 - 9 miles
07/08 - 6 miles
10/08 - 9 miles
14/08 - 6 miles
17/08 - 10 miles
21/08 - 6 miles
25/08 - 10 miles
28/08 - 6 miles
31/08 - 11 miles
04/09 - 6 miles
07/09 - 11 miles
11/09 - 5 miles
14/09 - 12 miles
15/09 - 5 miles
21/09 - 12 miles
28/09 - 6 miles
Two reasonable runs a week. I'm considering hiring a personal trainer for more exercise to work on building core strength, glutes and anything else that could do with some work (most of it I'm sure). And I may even learn how to use that blasted Garmin watch. Time to quit talking about it and bloody well get on with it.
And for those of you that don't know Torn, here it is, but a more entertaining version.
Torn - Mimed
Torn (Que song in your head by Natalie Imbroglio)
Some of my future goals include running a half marathon (jeez!), setting up my hypnotherapy practice, writing a book on self esteem, getting back to my artistic roots and becoming a super heroine and saving the world, of course (doesn't everyone?).
Sometimes though, I am dogged by the rebel in me, who is hellbent of undoing all the good work I have done this last year. I am ashamed to admit that I have been partaking of the odd cigarette, especially when there is a glass of Prosecco to accompany it, the lascivious part of my nature taking full control, which is in complete opposition to the goals I really want. After all my study, there is a certain feeling of freedom and a willingness to go wild but I have to remind myself that I am no whippersnapper any more.
So enough now of the self indulgence and my wild side, a bit of self hypnosis to get myself right back on the righteous track I have less than three months to get half marathon fit. Expletive. Ooookaaaay. So goodbye to the bad old ways and hello new invigorated healthy me.
It is common to lapse on whatever course we take in life but it is just as important to admit to yourself that you are infallible, that you can fall down but what's most important is being able to pick yourself back up, and get right back on that proverbial horse.
So now I have a training plan, I have had many, but this was devised with my running partner, this very evening, helping each other along. Giving up boozy nights before a big run and getting ourselves into a good running form. So the half marathon running plan looks like this:
13/07 - 7 miles
16/07 - 6 miles
20/07 - 8 miles
25/07 - 6 miles
28/07 - 8 miles
31/07 - 6 miles
02/08 - 9 miles
07/08 - 6 miles
10/08 - 9 miles
14/08 - 6 miles
17/08 - 10 miles
21/08 - 6 miles
25/08 - 10 miles
28/08 - 6 miles
31/08 - 11 miles
04/09 - 6 miles
07/09 - 11 miles
11/09 - 5 miles
14/09 - 12 miles
15/09 - 5 miles
21/09 - 12 miles
28/09 - 6 miles
Two reasonable runs a week. I'm considering hiring a personal trainer for more exercise to work on building core strength, glutes and anything else that could do with some work (most of it I'm sure). And I may even learn how to use that blasted Garmin watch. Time to quit talking about it and bloody well get on with it.
And for those of you that don't know Torn, here it is, but a more entertaining version.
Torn - Mimed
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