Taking it easy

Janathon day 12

After yesterday’s run (my longest run in approaching 3 years) and Saturday’s bouncing about like a loon on the Wii, I could feel all sorts of bits of me complaining about all sorts of things. Post run it took until almost bed time before I  felt in any mood at all to do yesterday’s challenge exercises. 110 squats (they get boring after about 40) 18 pressups and 52 situps were duly accomplished before I had an early night and slept the sleep of the righteous (or the really really tired).

I could still feel all of that exercise this evening as well. My sides ache (that’ll be the hula-hooping or the trying-to-run-across-a-field-and-not-fall-over-ing). My hamstrings are moaning (but only really loudly when I sat on the table – note to self, don’t sit on tables). My upper back & neck are tight (have no idea why that should be, maybe they’re feeling left out). So it was with great delight that I saw today’s challenge amounted to 2 squats, 2 pressups and 8 situps.

Done. Smug git reporting for duty.

A busy rest day

Janathon day 8

Thursday is never going to be a run day. In theory I should be able to leave work at 4:30, but I don’t work on site every day, so tend to get collared multiple times during the day with “while you’re here…”. I don’t like to not be helpful, but the down side of that is it’s invariably a lot later than that before I get away. Today was a bad example: 6:30. Then 90 minutes home and you can see why Thursday’s never going to be a run day. It’s difficult to be inspired about cooking dinner when it’s approaching 8 pm when you get in. So yes, I know it’s lazy, but Thursday often ends up being chip shop night. You know it’s pretty bad when you walk in the chipshop and the man in charge asks “The usual?” and puts the battered sausages in the fryer. oops…

Having had my busy day at work, enthusiasm to exercise is at a pretty low ebb, so it was with great delight that I checked the challenge schedule and discovered that today is a rest day. 2 squats, 2 pressups and 8 situps. As tired as I was, and in the mood to just flump on the sofa, even I could manage that to maintain the streak. Duly done and I’m now flumped on the sofa for the evening.

Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive

Yes, one week and counting…

This morning, as we’d just finished ringing a touch of Stedman for Easter Sunday service, I was asked what I’d be doing in a week’s time. It was a few minutes after 9, so I imagine I’ll be heading towards the start line, probably at little more than a crawl, until the crowds start to open out.

At present all my worries are related to making the start. Curiously I have no worries about completing this marathon. All the fears are the things I can’t control. Will I miss the park and ride bus? Will we find a car park space ? This despite the fact I’ve bought and got a permit for one. Will Mum ever talk to me again once she discovers I want a 6:15 departure Sunday morning? She knows now… All these things worry me. And, I imagine, will continue to worry me until 0900 next Sunday.

And so to the last long run. Today had 10 miles on the plan, the last double digit run ahead of M-day. And it went OK. The husband, acting as chauffeur,  dropped me off on our way home from ringing, and I ran home. Weather was OK for running, cool but not cold, a breeze but not blowy, overcast and with just the hint of moisture on the breeze. Not the best for doing anything outside, but ace for running. A repeat order for next week would do nicely, if the weather gods are listening??? Tootled round the nature reserve, then up the railway path and home. Did run just beyond home to make the miles up to the full 10. I didn’t obsess about time, this was about running comfortably, not setting good times. But, as it turns out, the pace was pretty good too. No real niggles or aches, legs all loosened up nicely once I’d got going. Stretched out once home and had a few toasted hot cross buns for lunch. I’ll start on the Easter eggs later…

Facts & Figures:
Distance – 10.05 miles
Time – 1:56:10
Average pace – 11:33 min/miles

As I sit a type this, it’s 6:30 pm. In one week’s time I’ll have finished this marathon journey, in one way or another. Hopefully with a medal round my neck and my head held high. Between now and then there’s the small matter of 2 runs, a birthday and lots of rest and relaxation.

As I come to the end of something inspired by a milestone birthday, I must mention another of my friends who is embarking on a quest. One of my slightly nutty friends, it has to be said. Andy, who I run with at the club and has gamely been my partner at the back of numerous speed sessions, hits his 50th birthday this time next year. In the meantime he intends to run 50 different events, clocking up as many kilometers as the year of his birth (that’s 1963 for those not quick at arithmetic) and raise money for the National Autistic Society. His webpage is here and is well worth a look, if only to be inspired. No speedy whippet is our Andy, but his heart is completely in the right place and he deserves every ounce of support.

Random musings on not running

Isn’t it strange, when I’m running I rarely see many runners. As soon as I (reluctantly) take some time off, they’re everywhere! Taunting me, because they’re out & running while I’m not. I’ve still got this cold. I don’t feel ill, but I don’t feel 100% well either. The main symptom is just I’m really tired. But hopefully I’m doing something about that. A week off, multi-vitamins, iron pills and loads of sleep have been acquired in the last few days. Even so, I’m not going to run until at least Thursday, to try and rest and get over this once and for all.

In the meantime, I’ve been collecting sponsorship for my charity efforts. Link is here: http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/HelenAllton  I’m raising money for the British Lung Foundation, because they do research into diseases of the lung, including the obscure one that my Dad died of. So far I’m approaching £500 in sponsorship, which is great, especially when I’ve not been trying that hard. It’s gratifying that the comments are encouraging, with the odd, “you’re mad” thrown in! I tend to think that if you’re going to collect sponsorship, then the event ought to be outside your comfort zone – you need to be putting some effort in to expect to raise money. And I would like to think that me running any distance, especially 26 miles, 385 yards is perceived as outside my comfort zone – because it is!

And, as a final random thought for today, I write this as my running washing blows about in the breeze on the washing line just outside the office window. Why is female running stuff quite so pink?! I don’t mind pink, but it’s hardly the predominant colour in my wardrobe. But my washing is currently showing as 1 pair each black & blue running leggings, 1 white top, 1 purple and 2 pink. And it’s clashing really quite badly. Come on, manufacturers, lady runners are not all 7 years old and obsessed with Barbie – it doesn’t all have to be in candy colours!

Here we go again

and it’s not in a good way – I’ve got a cold again. Or, possibly more accurately, I’ve got the same one back for a second dose.

2 weeks ago, I ran 20 miles and on the Monday started to feel under the weather, before coming out in a sore throat and stuffy sinus cold. urgh. Well this week I ran 20 miles and by Tuesday had pretty much the same symptom set, with a side order of a tickly cough.

So going out and running 5 miles Tuesday and 8 miles Wednesday may not have been the wisest move. I was feeling under the weather, but not actually ill, hence going out and running. Coz I is hard, innit? Wednesday was actually a pretty good run. Set out with Janet and ran a 3.5 mile loop with her at a good pace, ~ 11:20 pace but we conversed the way round, so it wasn’t as if either of us was flat out. I then dropped her back at work and set out for a second loop of 4.5 miles, making 8 for the day. This run should have been about hitting marathon pace, and I missed. Too fast. I’ve got to get that under control.

Facts & Figures.
Distance – 8.1 miles
Time – 1:29:03
Average pace – 10:59

It started to spit with rain as we finished the first loop, but it never really rained properly, I certainly didn’t end up wet.  It felt OK.

It was possibly slightly stupid though. I’m still not feeling really ill, but the stuffy head aches and I am lacking in energy. Tired limbs don’t really want to carry me about so there’s been a fair amount of reclining on sofas, drinking hot drinks, snuffing a Vick-laden hanky and sucking decquadins. I’ve also started taking a daily multi-vitamin and vitamin C to give myself the best possible chance of recovering and making it to the start line at Brighton. An early night and 9 hours sleep certainly helped, but rest is the order of the day. I’ve swapped the plan about a bit, such that my next 20 mile run is in 2 weekends time, giving me an extra week to get myself back to 100%.