Thursday, 27 October 2016

Progress report....

None.

How depressing

I thought I'd just post up a quickie after the Great South weekend, and what do I find? The last post.  From February. Saying exactly what I'm about to conclude now.

Which is that 5k doesn't work for me and I'm not going to do it any more and I'll stick to 1ks and 1 milers instead.

Could have saved 8 months of sweaty red faced selfies. Where is the glamour?


Monday, 29 February 2016

Less talk more run!

I've just completed a 5 week running plan.  Not the many variations of C25k, with or without virtual zombies, but Too Fat To Run 5 weeks to 5k

So, the plan is far more to my taste than the bitty C25ks and I would definitely recommend it to anyone like me who finds running/walking for 90 second intervals (leg lifts on a treadmill?) then finishing on a 15 minute run is completely against common sense.

if you do what Julie tells you to do, you will get there in the 5 weeks.  If, like me, you have to over-analyse everything, you may still get there, but you will probably do everyone's heads in, as well as your own.

Which has got me wondering about the negative voices in my head- why are they there, what purpose do they serve?  One to ponder, but not today.


In the five weeks, I have faithfully followed each instruction and experimented with different things.  Although yesterday I was feeling poorly and really not up to running, I went out and walked the 5k, to make sure I wasn't completely copping out. When I went to write it in my journal, I realised that this was in fact the 5th time over the 5 weeks that  I have run/walked/jogged (or all three) 5k.  I have also been out in all weathers and temperatures, at all times of day and night, irrespective of how tired/fed up from the working day I have felt, and the heat rash/eczema which flares up during exercise.

So I am taking this to be my achievement- not so much the actual 5k, as I feel I've got a way to go with this, but the fact that I have stuck it out and not found excuses. 

And been brave enough to come last at a parkrun and then again at another one, and still want to go back for more (but not today). 



And tried out a different gym, and enjoyed the treadmill and competitive atmosphere of being lined up in a row, in the window, close enough to punch your neighbour while taking in the inspiring view. Which got me a medal, as I entered it for a virtual run. If I can ever get photos to line up, I deserve another medal:






I am going to give myself a week off to get well then start the plan again next week, and maybe this time, I'll be running all 5k at the end??!!  SHUT UP, VOICES....

Best of all, my daughter is loving all the sport and we've made her a medal for each time she goes out- yesterday she ran to the park, four times round it and home, which is a mile, and another badge to go on it, in addition to the 'mini parkrun' she did with Daddy while I was hauling myself round the course.





more virtual runs booked for the next few months, and a muddy 5k in July, to keep me motivated.
I've got till July to remember where I put this after the photo....

Maybe I'm not cut out (yet) for 3 mile runs, but if I can run a mile, i can keep up with my daughter. And I know I can run a mile.  






Monday, 7 September 2015

7 mile hike and no side effects

Other than an uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm for hitting the gym this week. Need to get to 2.5 miles this week as I've come up with an idiotic plan on holiday next week....plus another zombie Apocalypse nightmare last night. At least I note my survival skills are improving, if only in my sleep.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Today I will run 2 miles

There, it's official. The negative voices are having a field day with this one, I'm really scared! And yet I did 1.9 on Sunday. Got to get over it. There will be treats at the other endf in the shape of Bluetooth earphones so I don't fly off the treadmill again.…

Thursday, 25 June 2015

c25k zombies

Updates since the last post:

I have signed up for a real run outside, in the world. It's not till October, it's on flat, flat Madeira drive in Brighton, I've found a friend to do it with me, and as it's the color run, we both get to have paint thrown at us. Don't care. Actually, I WANT paint thrown at me.

Have restarted training in the form of the Zombies Run 5k aop, which so far has been so gentle, I don't feel I'm doing enough. Have also had a go at doing the sessions outside with mixed results: road flatter, but off road softer, and if family present I end up having to run round a bench for most of it so as not to leave them.

Running mag has started to demoralise me. Every mention of 5k is in the context of beginners. Yes, I'm a beginner. But what's wrong with 5k as a goal? There's plenty it has to offer, improve speed, change terrain, do it alone for fun or with others in a race, etc. Going to stop reading running magazines as they're starting to make me feel 5k is a poor man's 10k and really we should all be thinking about marathons. Plus 3 people I know have done/are training for/regularly run marathons. Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I get a hour for lunch, including changing and pretending to shower...

Two morebthings: hubby has bought two sets of running shoes. Daughter is now coaching me by yelling at me to run whenever we're outside. And once again I have whatever virus is going round the nursery and so I can't pound a treadmill with a pounding head, so another week's setback. But I just got into a skirt that didn't fit last year. OK, that's about 5 things. Who's counting?

Thursday, 11 June 2015

the honey heavy dew of sleep. what did Shakespeare know about insomniac toddlers?

I've been given a wonderful blogging opportunity, so I thought I'd make the most of it. Florence has given me the gift of time, aka I haven't been able to go back to sleep since she started calling for me at 4, not even when she finally realised at 5.45 that I wasn't joking about walking her to the station and putting her on the next train. Thankfully the commuters of haslemere were spared the sight of an insane mummy in pyjamas dragging snivelling child onto platform 3. Partly as most of them get the 5.32.  So after 2 hours of putting her back to bed, staying with her, going back to my bed for anything up to 30 seconds, not staying with her, not going back to bed, waking daddy up, giving up and starting the day at 5, then deciding to go back to bed, but not doing, then having several long talks about the virtues of a well-rested household, whereby a seemingly satisfactory agreement was reached, followed by a complete disregard for any promises hitherto made involving bed and the return to it, until mummy ran out of ideas and a sobbing child finally took herself back to her room, where she has remained sine 6am. I believe in parenting terms, this is deemed a 'success' and we are to repeat the process each night until she is sleeping all night without calling mummy by the time she is legally entitled to vote.

It does not help the issue that 5am in daylight terms cannot really be called 'night' despite £50 of blackout blinds from c&h in Guildford, bought in desperation last week.

The only obvious solution, I think is to get jobs as redcoats, so we can live at butlins permanently, as that seems to be the only place in the world where she stays in bed and SLEEPS.

To make things worse, last week's sleepfest has reminded my body what it feels like to be a normal person, and it doesn't want to give that up, so I am finding myself less sympathetic about giving up any shred of lunchtime or evening activity, as too knackered to do anything. I have even signed up for a run in October, which last week seemed easily achievable.

Ho hum. And potty training is a whole other story. Seems Florence is gifted in many ways, excelling at nursery in art and French, and progressing well in ballet, but all anyone wants is for her to stay in bed and not soil herself. Which is all most of us want, frankly.

I don't want to end up on morning television as the mother of the teenager in nappies...

Oh look, its nearly time to wake up. Toodle pip.