Sporadic running. Domestic goddessing. Tiny knitting.

Hmmm. I’m not getting much better at getting out regularly. I’m averaging one run a week at the moment – my excuses? Um. None really, just gone from being a bit fed up with life in general and finding it a struggle to do much at all, to perking up and being motivated to anything but run.

We’ve decided to do some work on the house as we’ve been here over 2 years and it’s still chaos, so we’re on a mission… The upshot of this is that we’re now sharing our house with a our friendly local plasterer – when we get him in it’s not so much a business transaction as a social enterprise. Unpredictable, unreliable, often in the pub, but a damn good plasterer when he deems to turn up. We’re also living in the kitchen as the rest of the house is full of either (a) plasterer’s gubbins or (b) contents of other rooms, my level of domesticity has gone through the floor (which none of us thought was humanly possibly) as there doesn’t seem much point when the place is covered in dustsheets. Actually, I say that I’m not being domestic, but the truth is that I’ve abandoned cleaning whilst chanelling all of my domestic energies into the kitchen – last weekend was pies (steak and cheese, lemon meringue) and blueberry muffins (amongst other things), this weekend was slow cooking (lamb tagine and tomato/veggie soup on the stove at the moment), coconut pyramids, chocolate mousee, flatbread and hummus. I’m fat but happy.

Amid all the lard, I’ve done two runs – last weekend was 5 miles (with a bit of walking on hilly bits) and today did 3 miles there and back in the village. Highlights today – using the virtual training partner on my garmin for the way back (and won! Albeit by a second per mile) and seeing a lovely steam train chuffing along. I’m very easily pleased. I keep having to remind myself that I started running this time last year, so if I can start running in the cold and dark, I can carry on running in the cold and dark. I think it’s a bit like dieting though, it’s easier to be motivated at the beginning when the weight comes off and you can see the change (or going from running from 5 minutes one week, to ten, to twenty), but it’s harder to maintain when the rewards aren’t as obvious.

In knitting news, the deadline for the Big Knit is now this week – and these are the fruits of my labours:

21 hats for the Big Knit

21 hats for the Big Knit

I’m particularly chuffed with the little fella on the left. Behatted smoothies will be in the shops from early November.

Whitby or bust

Since the last post….

1. I have been on a running weekend and survived.
2. Husband has been for a run on his own with my garmin and returned home with an average pace that’s a good minute plus faster than mine.
3. I’ve been on one group run, but that’s been it
4. I’ve had an ear infection which has progressed from feeling like someone was poking my ear with a knitting needle to just leaking ick. Constantly.

1. I was bullied into the running weekend in Whitby and hate to say it, but I really enjoyed myself. We missed the Friday teatime run as neither me or my mate the running bully could skive off work, so just did the 2 Saturday runs. This was an 8.8mile run at Robin Hood’s Bay in the morning and a 5.7mile amble along the beach and back along the cliff tops before tea. The weather was glorious, I coped ok with the running and I felt refreshed and enthused about the whole running malarky.SDC10458This is despite the fact that there was a fair few Serious Runners on the weekend. I am many things, but a Serious Runner I am not. In fact, being in their presence makes me want to have an extra pint or a piece of cake just to show them (I appreciate that this is self-defeating). I don’t think I aspire to being a Serious Runner, just a regular runner would suit me.

2. Ha. I told you so.

3. Despite the enthusiasm and reminder that yes I really do enjoy this, I have only managed one run this week. I’ve felt a bit poo due to (4) and I’m struggling to adjust to the onset of autumn. Morning runs are harder due to the increasing lack of light (and my general reluctance to get out of bed) and evening runs don’t seem to be happening either. I was pinning a lot of hope on this weekend, but ear, travelling to fantastic gig in Birmingham, travelling back from gig,  2 hour plus sleep this afternoon (I think due to ear-related malady), errands and ear leakage have scuppered my plans somewhat.

4. Ick. That’s all I’m saying.

At the moment, I’m not sure how to resolve my time/darkness/laziness issue. Hmmm. But I do have a lovely new car, which will enable me to drive to more exciting places and run in them. Oh yes…