Not Juneathon day 15

As has been the case for the past few Athons, I have let myself slide gently off the Juneathon wagon. I had a sudden realisation that I had started to do crap yoga, was writing increasingly boring blogs and that doing yoga in the front room has limited scope for posting photos of wildfowl. So I put my weasel pants on and weaselled on out of there. Worryingly, I actually managed a longer Juneathon last year when I was full of baby.

Ah well.

Today though, I ran. Alright, so it was after the usual procrastination (I tried to declare that my running kit was actually pyjamas. When asked, I explained that it had hi-vis on it in case of emergency. Pressed for further details I elaborated that there was a risk of “a bed emergency”) I hoofed out of the door in the opposite direction than normal. The route that I’ve been doing during the C25K is the flattest that I could think of, whereas turning left out of the front door is a slightly more undulating route.

I’m very proud to report that I managed a whole TWO miles!

One thing that I’m finding tricky is slowing down when I need to recover from a hill or a burst of misplaced enthusiasm. I know that sounds daft, especially as my pace isn’t exactly blistering right now, but all I seem to be able to do is walk or come to a standstill. What I can’t do is just plod on, moving my body in a way that looks a bit like running only much, much slower. I’m not sure if this is important (I think it is) and have a dim recollection of being advised to slow down, not walk, when I was first starting out. Is it important? Are there any tricks to getting your breath back? Preferably ones that don’t involve a nice cup of tea and a sit down (although you do know I would love to do just that).

Juneathon day eleven: on the trail of fun

While I’ve been starting to run again, I’ve been running the same route. On the one hand this has really helped me to see my progress as each session I’ve been able to see that I’ve gone just that little bit further. On the other hand, it’s quite boring.

Today I had the freedom to run during the day so I hopped in the car and went off-road. Well I went running off-road, not off-road in my car. I drive a Clio, it’s not built for that kind of thing. Anyway, I went down to Cuerden Valley (home of the Cuerden Valley parkrun) and tried to avoid the hills. Rather than take the direct route down to the main path, I adopted a policy of “oooh, where does that go?” and kept darting off down paths and tracks, sometimes tackling a little bit of hill (just to remind my legs and lungs that they exist) and sometimes discovering that they didn’t actually lead anywhere.

SAM_2932It was all very stop-start, but it was so nice being out in some scenery.

SAM_2931And I timed it perfectly to avoid clashing with a group of excited, welly-wearing schoolchildren. Which was just as well because I had an overwhelming urge to run through this.

SAM_2933So I did.

And then squelched back up the hill to the car park, pausing to take a photo of some cows (because it’s not an Athon without taking a photo of cows for JogBlog).

SAM_2936Today’s run was shorter and slower and probably completely pointless in terms of the couch 2 5k plan, but it put a massive smile on my chops and sometimes that’s far more important.

Juneathon day ten: imaginary yoga

Day ten very nearly didn’t happen. Well it would have happened, just not in the format that was planned. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go to my yoga class, it was just that I’d have quite happily not gone to my yoga class. Mainly because I was very settled on the sofa watching my new favourite rubbish telly (Bondi Rescue since you ask, it’s got sharks and jellyfish and idiots nearly drowning – it’s brilliant). I was doing that thing of opting out of making a decision, I was waiting for Ginge to arrive home and had he been five minutes later, I would have shrugged my shoulders and stuck the kettle on.

I didn’t want to have to say out loud “I’m not going”, so I went.

And of course I had a lovely time.

It’s very easy to get caught up in the competitiveness of yoga. You see what other people are doing and you want to do the posture as deep or as flexed or as twisty as they do. You become so caught up in trying to make the shapes that you forget about how you are getting into them in the first place. In trying to be as fully in the posture as possible, you end up barely skimming the surface of it. This is how I came to spend part of the evening in cat pose just thinking about and imagining the movement of my arms and legs, rather than actually lifting anything up from the floor.

Then we moved onto balances and I spent the rest of the evening cheerfully falling over.

Juneathon day nine: hippy hippy shake

Today has been a very busy day. I’m not quite sure what possessed me this morning, but we were both up, fed, dressed and on our way to the supermarket by half nine. Shopping was amazingly brief so we braved the rain showers to walk down to the library for bounce and rhyme. As the name suggests, this involves bouncing and rhyming – lots of nursery rhymes, songs and actions – and today I learned that there is more than one verse to Hickory Dickory Dock, I never knew this! Anyway, this was all good upper body exercise for me – well, have you tried doing the actions to the Grand Old Duke of York with a 7kg wriggling kettlebell?

After we had bounced and rhymed, we had a stroll down to the doctors and back home for lunch. Lunch has to be relatively early on a Monday to avoid any unfortunate being sick in the pool incidents at swim-a-song (him, not me).

Tonight’s yoga involved some lovely hip opening, the added benefit being that as I lay on the floor I could see through the underside of our glass coffee table and found a bit of paper that I had been looking for (and was hidden from above).

Juneathon day eight: Fun in the sun

I’ve always liked a morning run. The reasons are multiple: it gets it out of the way, mornings are lovely and full of promise, it’s quiet and if it’s sunny, then it’s not too warm. I was woken up unfeasibly early and by 6.00 I was sitting with a cup of tea and a backlog of Juneathon blogs, supervising a small boy intent on crawling his way to every possible danger in the front room.

When I was able to hand over the supervisory reins to Ginge, I bounded out of the door like an excited labrador. Now, technically the C2K plan had me back doing a sequence of run 5, walk 3, run 8, walk 3, run 5, but what is the point of a plan if you can’t ignore it? I decided just to run and see how I got on.

How I got on was twenty minutes running, interrupted at 12min30 for an utterly pointless thirty seconds walk. It was the sun wot done it. I was plodding along into the sun when I made the mistake of remembering how I hard I find it to run in the warmer weather. Before I knew it, I had convinced myself that I needed to have a little break. Hmmmm. After that, I carried on plodding home and when I got there, realised that it felt harder than last time because I was going faster than the last time.