Janathon day thirty-one: end

It’s all over.


I know it’s all over because I have been allowed my traditional post-Athon barbecue and have gorged on sausage and Ginge’s homemade handground burgers (50% brisket, 50% sirloin, 0% horse). When I got in from work I wasn’t even allowed a crisp until I had gone out and run, which I suppose is fair enough.


I only did a paltry 2 miles to take my Athon total to a round 110 (having learned about the perils of finishing on a Nelson from Abradypus, I wasn’t going to do 3 and I certainly wasn’t going to do 4…) but I did choose the direction that has more of a hill in it, so I’m not entirely lazy.

So, now we’re at the end of this ridiculous folly, have I learned anything? Kind of. I know my body is very unhappy with me, I am tired and lots of me aches. I am looking forward to a few rest days (happily these involve a weekend in London for the post-Janathon pizza and pub combo).

I have entered a ridiculous amount of races while I was giddy on Athon endorphins. I am now faced with the prospect of having to (a) train and (b) run them. I have my first one in just over a week…

I didn’t especially change my diet during Janathon and I certainly wasn’t on a diet, but it’s managed to take nearly 5lb off my weight at the start of the new year. This pleases me. This morning I saw numbers on the scales that I haven’t seen for months (possibly years) – this also pleases me, although after this weekend I suspect that I will be back at square one.


Athoners are amazing. I have loved reading people’s blogs – old favourites and all the new ones – and love the fact that everyone tackles an Athon differently, but you know what? It doesn’t matter. Amongst the many that I have enjoyed, I am faint with admiration for Benjiboyw who has set a new Athon record of 501 miles. I have loved the daily sheeps of Jovial Gnome. And of course runningman856 who has been very gracious in defeat after our Janathon mini-challenge about who would do more miles (I suspect that this originally involved a drunken throwing down of gauntlets).  Thank you all for keeping me entertained, arse kicking me when necessary and for all your lovely comments on here. It’s certainly helped to keep me going – I was wary of doing Janathon after having such fun doing my Juneathon treasure hunt, but have enjoyed most (if not every) minute of it.

A special thank you has to go out to Ginge, without whom we would starve and live in squalor throughout the Athons. On the quiet, he has also exercised every day and has whinged a lot less than I have.

(Oh and of course thank you to the JogBlog, Queen of the Athons, without whom none of us would be doing any of this and who will be rewarded with flapjacks).

See you in June!

Janathon day thirty: inarticulate

This morning’s run itself was pretty uneventful. Without going into too much detail, I had the sort of stomach cramps that make me reluctant to keep running further away from home, so I turned around after a mile and then tacked on an extra mile loop so that I could stay a bit nearer to facilitities…

One more Janathon run to go…

(I have run out of words, so here is a picture of a giraffe wearing a jaunty hat.)


Janathon day twenty-nine: grumpy

I was not feeling the Janathon love today. In my defence, there are just three days to go and mostly I have been annoyingly chirpy and giddy throughout the month. In fact, on the twentieth, when JogBlog tweeted that there was just eleven days to go, I had a little pang that it was all going to be over soon. Today the end cannot come quickly enough.

This morning everything ached. I would kill for a decent massage. None of this namby-pamby gentle soothing spa day massage to the sounds of whales playing panpipes, a  proper pummeling, deknotting massage that makes me swear. That would be lovely.

And I’ve spent the day feeling a bit off-side at work, out of sorts and a bit stressy and worried.

And I had been promised some of my colleague’s home-made soup for dinner, but when I got back to the office at two o’clock, it turned out that it was still in her fridge and it was too late for me to get anything else. So I just ate my fruit and an underfed me is not a happy me (I’m not going to waste away but I do get bloody grumpy).

And then it started raining.

And I had to go out and Janathon.

But then it stopped raining and Ginge very kindly offered to accompany me (I think it was as much as a precaution against me punching a passer-by as much as anything). I was going to do three miles, but at a mile and a half it started bucketing down. It would have been unfair of me to make Ginge endure this for another mile, so selflessly I cut it short at two miles.

I might make up the difference tomorrow…

In honour of my wearing of the grumpiest grumpy-pants, I thought I’d recycle my picture of this little fellow – the Grumpasaurus.

Grumpasaurus - that's me before a run that is. He was a pattern from Kat Crafts.

Janathon day twenty-eight: pyjamas

The day after Blackpool usually involves a precautionary day off for recovery purposes. Unfortunately, due to a slight breakdown in communications only one of us remembered having the conversation about taking the day off and so I had the day to myself…

After talking to one of my colleagues about her lazy day off last week, I decided to declare today to be a pyjama day. I never spend the day in my pyjamas, so this had a vast amount of novelty value. Annoyingly I had to go to Tesco, town and do some kind of Janathoning before indulging. For the sake of my fellow shoppers (and it was cold out) I conceded that a proper waistband was in order, resulting in a bit of shimmying out of my jeans in the pub car park (I was wearing them over my tights, I’m not that shameless just yet) when I landed at the canal.


To give my legs a bit of a rest, I decided to run in the flat, lock-free direction which was fine until around the mile mark where the towpath was still encased in hard, uneven, slippery snow and ice. I persevered for a bit until I realised that there was no point in torturing myself when I could just turn around and run the splashy, muddy way that I had just come from. So I turned round and extended my loop to take it up to three miles.

Typically, it was only when I was walking back to my start point that I lost my footing and nearly pitched head-first into the icy depths…

The afternoon was spent pyjama-clad, drinking tea and indulging in several episodes of David Tennant-era Dr Who. I want to spend the rest of the week doing this.

Janathon day twenty-seven: four

Well last night unfolded like clockwork and there was certainly no need for any bum baring – with comforting predictability raffle tickets were bought, stand up bingo was stood up for and the speaker spoke. Unfortunately the speaker didn’t exactly give a magnetic (or entertaining) (or coherent) performance and I compensated by drinking free wine. Ooops. And then during the raffle our table won seven of the eleven prizes (causing some raised eyebrows as it’s one of our party who organises the raffle…), six of which had screw caps. Ooops.


Despite (because of?) this, I managed to stay up until stupid o’clock setting the world to rights and actually was the last man standing at four o’clock. Somehow (and I have no idea how this is possible) I managed to be somewhat bright-eyed and bushy tailed at eight and put away a slightly dubious full English (I suspect that the tomato had a higher meat content than the sausage) before going to look at the crashing waves from a safe distance.


It was weird getting home because we had managed to miss the snowmageddon that hit our way on Friday night (there were even northbound v southbound snowball fights on the M6). By the time we returned, there were just a few mounds of grubby snow at the side of the road to give any clue of what had happened. Oh, and this sad sight in the back garden – my snow penguin was no more…


Anyway, this post is brought to you by the number four because I went to bed at four o’clock, I had four hours sleep and when I checked the ToD on Running Free, I realised that I only needed four miles to reach my Janathon century. So that’s what I did. Alarmingly quickly in places. Which is weird. I still haven’t had a snooze (which is weirder) and am starting to worry that I’m actually asleep now and have dreamt the run…