I may or may not be a weasel.

Viceathon. Yes. Um. Well… If I’m completely honest, I’m not sure whether or not I’m still aboard the Viceathon bus and if so, for how much debt. Last week, I introduced the concept of ‘time shifting’ – this is an ethically grey area in which I weaselled out of time shifted two runs from the time that I was supposed to do them to the next morning. So technically I didn’t weasel. The run was still done (in fact maybe I should apply for bonus points for getting up early in the morning AND ending up doing a hat trick of run, yoga, weights on Wednesday) just not at the allotted time.

Whether or not time shifting is acceptable to the Viceathon gods, I’m not sure, but I suspect that the second half of my excuses will be dismissed without thought. Basically, I haven’t weaselled from Saturday to Tuesday because although I haven’t done any exercise in that time, I didn’t plan on doing any. Alright, so I may have had a misguided idea about going to the gym on the Saturday after my friend’s wedding but that’s only one weasel, the other three days were exercise-free because that’s what I chose to do. So there.

Since coming back from our yarntastic weekend (did I mention the crab sandwich knitted from elastic bands on the pic-knit blog? No? I am an idiot) I have yogaed (Wednesday), done treadmill intervals and weights (Thursday), ran a very heavy legged 6 miles today and declared tomorrow a rest day. I’m hoping that the heavy leggedness is because of Wednesday and Thursday’s exertions because on Sunday I will be doing the Bolton 10k. I signed up for this in what can best be described as a fit of foot stamping. Basically, I went for a run in the morning and was spotted by a friend. Later in the day, Ginge was on the phone to that friend and I suspected that my running efforts were being mocked. Unfortunately, I was looking at the Bolton 10k at the time so I entered it in a “ha, that’ll show you” frame of mind. Even more unfortunately, it turned out that at worst my friend was guilty of affectionate teasing and was actually being quite positive about the sight of me lumbering along the main road, but by this time I was fully paid up.

I did consider ignoring the race (it’s also the first one that I will run without Ginge there as my cheerleader) but have been shamed into it by all the London Marathon talk on twitter. If so many people are going to run 26.2 miles, I can hardly sulk about doing 10k (even if it is a bit hilly) at the same time.

Good luck to everyone running London on Sunday, but in particular these lovely and inspiring people; Mark, Jay, Carla, Julie and Jo who have all worked bloody hard and deserve to have a fantastic race. Incidentally, I am equally in awe of everyone who I know who has run/is running marathons whether they are in Brighton, Liverpool, Manchester, Lochaber or wherever. A marathon is a marathon is a marathon and 26.2 miles is 13.1 miles more than I ever want to run – I salute you all.

Advertisements

In which I actually run THREE TIMES in a week and find that my leg doesn’t drop off

I don’t know what I did when I had free will and didn’t get blindsided into doing Athons avery few months. Well I do, I chose sofa and didn’t run as much. Since declaring myself as part of Viceathon, I have managed to stick to some kind of plan (although today’s exercise hasn’t been done, so there is a potential weasel on the horizon).

The week has seen an early morning run, a yoga class followed by late night gym, an evening run (which surely would have been otherwise weaselled because I was a bit knackered), a rest day (which was appreciated all the more for being guilt-free) and a nice 6 miler in the brief spell of sunshine that we had yesterday. Today has been declared run or gym, but judging by the steady drizzle, I suspect that I’ll be heading down to the gym.

I did a lamb run the other week, they're lovely - very gambolly.

Happy Easter!

PS: note tiny knitted chicken (from a Mochimochi Land pattern – warning:contains many teeny tiny bunnies…)

Sessions weaselled = 1
Miles run = 12
Minutes gymmed = 45

Hopping on board the Viceathon bus.

I have been trying to avoid the lure of Viceathon, but I have succumbed. For the  unitiated, Viceathon is the brainchild of JogBlog (who you might remember from such Athons as Janathon and Juneathon) who explains concept here. Basically, it’s a bit like offsetting your carbon footprint, but instead of planting a tree every time you turn the heating on, you offset a vice by doing some exercise. Offsetting your lard footprint if you will.

I have been trying to avoid the lure of Viceathon, but I have finally succumbed. For the uninitiated, Viceathon is the brainchild of JogBlog (who you might remember from such Athons as Janathon and Juneathon) who explains concept here. Basically, it’s a bit like offsetting your carbon footprint, but instead of planting a tree every time you turn the heating on, you offset a vice by doing some exercise. Offsetting your lard footprint if you will.

My problem has been with identifying a vice that I can offset. Now I’d love to claim that this is because I am viceless, but this will be read by people who know me and if I did claim that, the comments below would be filled with loud guffaws (hello mum). No, it’s been more of an issue finding a suitable vice. Other people’s vices include alcohol, baked goods and being a dirty stop out, all of which I may have indulged in at some point or another (hello again mum), but everything that I thought of now are too dull/too infrequent/too unsuitable for sharing with the general public to be vices. I’ve also managed to identify a thousand bad habits, but these are all things that I want to give up (saving Ginge a lot of Toffee Crisp buying missions) or I don’t take pleasure in (and I’m certain that a vice should be enjoyable).

Yesterday I complained that I still didn’t have a vice, but I also hadn’t done any exercise, which surely meant that if nothing else, I was breaking even? It was at this point that Sue suggested that ‘not exercising’ could be my vice. I thought about this, only for it to create a bizarre paradox that made my brain hurt, so I stopped thinking about it until my run this morning when it crept in again…

Over the last couple of months, I’ve been convinced that I’ve been running fairly regularly, but now I’ve looked back on Miles’ records I’ve realised that since the end of Janathon I’ve only once managed to run three times in a week. What makes it even worse is that my weekly mileage has been consistently less than 10 miles (except the week where I ran once, but did 11 miles). So my belatedly designated vice is going to be “weaselling out of exercise”. Generally, these are days where I postpone my morning run to after work and then get tempted by the magnetic power of the sofa and do sod all instead.

Theoretically, I shouldn’t do this more than once or twice a week so I’m going to have to do some hefty penalty points. As such, I have decreed that each weaselled session = 10 miles or 90 minutes in the gym.

Sessions weaselled = 1 (Monday)
Miles run = 3 (Tuesday)
Gym minutes hefted = 0

It is the third of April, I am already 7 miles in debt.

Oh, and to avoid cheating, I suppose I should declare my intentions for the rest of the week.
Wednesday – Gym and yoga
Thursday – Run
Friday – Resting (not weaselling)
Saturday – Run or gym
Sunday – Run or gym

 

My problem has been identifying a suitable vice to be offset. I’d love to claim that this is because I am viceless, but this blog is read by people hwo know me and if I did claim that, the comments would be filled with loud guffaws (hello mum).