Back on track

Alright people, next time I don’t go out for more than a week, could someone shout at me and tell me I’m an idiot. Thanks.

Dragged myself out Saturday morning and clocked up an effortful and quite slow (average of 11.21 min/miles) 5.21 miles. I’m just happy that it didn’t kill me, although I was glistening like an otter emerging fresh from the river by the time I finished. Had to sit for 10 minutes just sweating when I got in. I did a fairly new route for me and ran round the next village and back again, I think this helped to break things up for me as I’ve got a bit repetitive with my routes recently.

Sunday morning I managed to persuade husband into joining me – this is usually asking for trouble as I tend to try and start an argument after about a mile (it’s best not to ask). We went down to an unexplored of the canal and did a lovely 3.42miles under bright blue skies and sunshine. I love running by the canal, but hate the long exposed stretches where the sun just seems to beat down on you, admittedly it’s not quite the stuff of the foreign legion, I’m just no use with heat. The co-running has lead to an interesting (not really) debate about pace, my stamina and the psychology of my running. To sum up: Husband runs faster than me (though he denies that), I therefore run faster to keep up, I get tired quicker (hence the grumpy argument starting) and end up subconsciously thinking “sod it, I can’t do it, I’m rubbish, I’ll give up”, and give up (which is when we fall out). However, in all this, he reckons that I could do more if I try, which I do have do agree with – so we may try an experiment where he sets the pace and I don’t sulk. I’ll either end up faster or divorced.

One thing that has amazed me is just how sluggish and out of sorts I’ve felt for not doing any exercise for a week – I never thought that I’d say that!

Fade out

Been a lot rubbish since last Wednesday (when I did a lovely early morning 3 miles and really enjoyed myself). Since then the usual combination of being too lazy/grumpy/busy to run as scuppered me and I’ve lost my running mojo a little.

Got to get off my lumpy arse soon because I’ve been “persuaded” into going away on a running weekend next week. I appear unable to weasel of this.

In other news, the hat knitting is going fabulously and I have 15 of the little blighters ready to keep smoothies warm, although some of them are waiting on pompoms.

A proper Aunty, not just a friend of your mum’s

Yet again my weekend plans went slightly awry!

I’d planned a long(ish) run on Saturday and was going to go somewhere a bit more interesting than round the village. At eight in the morning, I was woken by my phone ringing with the news that my sister had gone into labour two weeks early. When I’d finished shrieking excitedly, I was sent out for a run by a husband who wanted an hour’s peace and quiet (he knows me well enough to realise that I would have just bounced on the bed until the next update). My phone crammed in the key pocket of my tights (just in case), I set off at a very bouncy but ridiculous pace. Far too fast for a long run, so I ended up doing two and a half miles then turning round and run-walking/slow pace running back. I’m not sure what the official name is for this type of training, so I’ll settle on “crap attention span”. I also had problems with my achilles/medial calf, which is probably down to me never wearing the orthotics that I’m supposed to wear and the fact that I need new trainers.

What I learned from this is that I can (and should) go a bit faster, especially when I’m out on my own and not distracted by nattering.  And that I shouldn’t try to do long runs when I’m excitable.

My niece was born at Saturday lunchtime – she is incredibly gorgeous and I’m completely in love.

First soup of Autumn

Crikey heck it’s wet up North. I’m seriously considering a second career as an ark builder and have started wearing my arm bands when I nip out to the shop. Although we’re not as bad as the Isle of Skye, it’s been somewhat damp this week. I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone, but it was as if someone had flicked a switch on Monday night and turned everything from summer to autumn. I’m a great believe that times and dates are tied into our memories, experiences and beliefs about the world, and that this can manifest itself in how we feel and behave. Maybe it’s too many years in education, but even at 30 I can’t shake off that back to school feeling in September – it makes me incredibly reflective (perhaps more so than New Year, which I just can’t be arsed with) and sometimes a bit gloomy.

To counteract the gloominess, I’m doing a bit of looking on the bright side.

  • Next week it’s exactly a year since I started this running lark and struggled to do my impression of running for even a minute.
  • I’ve talked a colleague into joining the same beginners group that got me started
  • I’m the only person from that beginners group who’s still going to the club (even on my irregular basis)
  • Even though the weather’s a bit ropey, I’ll soon have frosty runs along the canal to look forward to- that means Sunday mornings that smell of bacon, cold and wood burning stoves on the barges
  • It’s Scarecrow Festival in the next village this weekend!
  • I can start making soup again – I refuse to make soup in summer and have already broken my soupfast with a lovely carrot and coriander effort
  • I’ve got two nearly completed knitting projects which means I can start knitting tiny Innocent hats very very soon

Also, it’s the weekend. Which is nice.

In other news, I’ve continued to be a bit crap this week. I’d love to blame the gloominess for my lack of motivation, but I suspect that it’s just that it took my aged carcass three days to recover from Wembley this year. I did however do 4 miles on Thursday and have a long run planned tomorrow and I’m helping out at a 5k on Sunday, which hopefully will motivate rather than drown me.