I am distraught. I went to the gym. I did the 5k. At the end instead of hitting pause as I normally do to take a picture I hit emergency stop, it reset the machine. There is no photo. I am distraught. The best proof I have is the fact I have gone over 15k steps today, something that only happens with running.
I finished in 38:50 something. It was not my best time but it was a time nonetheless.
Damn you emergency stop button.
I am distraught.
I ran at the gym yesterday. It was my fastest time on treadmill to date, 4 seconds short of being my best time ever. Gutted really. Should have went faster.
I didn’t blog it straight away because my phone was dying. I like to blog while I cool down in the changing room, creepy as that sounds. I nearly forgot about it but didn’t want to loose out on my 3.2 miles.
Last time I calculated it wrong, chiefly because I can’t count, and I’m over 30 miles! I’ll be excited when I get to 50.
First came the cough, then the ears were filled with fluid, then the fever, then the chills, then the blocked nose….
I still had to go to uni, start a new school placement and carry on as if everything was ok. I even spent a weekend in, that’s how drastic it got!
I went to parkrun Saturday but I didn’t finish. I was still fevery, so this is my first run since last week, which happens to be the first time I’ve been able to use my nose.
I took it easier, thus the longer time, but still pretty consistent.
I’m very aware of my 6k on the 26th of this month but even at 5k I think I have enough reserves to power through. Plus, I’ll be dressed as a mermaid so that’ll help, right?
Can’t wait to be healthy again!
I have a 6k on the 26th Feb and a 10k 19th March so now seems a good time to increase distances beyond my now comfy 5k.
Yeah, I’m still slow but to be frank I don’t care. Any distance over 5 at this point is an achievement, one I haven’t done since October.
And to top that, the first time I ran 6k it was about 55mins, I blogged it back then: https://letherrunfree.wordpress.com/2016/08/28/six-cess/
…. I say that. Obviously I hope to get faster by March but there isn’t much point in putting on pressure before I put in the miles.
Tonight’s gym session was oddly very man filled. There was only one other girl in the room in comparison to the hunnards a guys. They go in packs, like women to a bathroom. Some wear hoodies and long trousers, which I assume is for training benefit otherwise it’s madness.
Fyi- 6k is 3.72miles. Not drastically helpful in my 500 miles goal but every little helps eh?
Yay! I got faster!
Went back to parkrun today. It was mentally easier and even with a hacking cough there are a few things that helped.
1- didn’t use my watch. This helped a lot actually. Instead of bargaining with myself about ‘you can walk in ‘0.25k’ I didn’t have that luxury so I just kept trooping.
2- I knew the route this time so it was easier to get round the flats and negotiate the hills.
3- it was raining. Blech. But at least it wasn’t icey.
Overall glad I went. Slowly ticking through my 500 miles but I can tell it’s going to take a loooong time.
I rubbish last week, a mix of partying and hormonal wahs. The hangover wasn’t finished yet, it was gripping and I was dying. Someone said they were off to train and I became staunchly aware how little I had done. So….
Off I went. It was grim… well. Lies.
After feeling awful I was surprised how amazing running for 3k (a cheeky mini walk) then another 2k felt awesome.
I didn’t beat my time but it’s pretty consistent now. Yay!
I missed a few days and felt awful about it. I was busy but still…
The run went well. Not much to say.
Progress on my 500 miles. 🙂
‘EMMA DO YOU WANNA DO PARK RUN TOMORROW?’
‘Yeah! Good idea Ray!’
Well the story goes back a little bit.
I got new kit:
(Is there any more satisfying than new sports socks? Naw, didn’t think so.)
New wintery tops and leggings, socks for days, and I was staying at a pals. Seeing as I had my kit anyway he asked me if I fancied park run.
It seemed a good idea. I was filled with pseudo confidence after my treadmilling this week plus after not doing full 5ks the past 2 runs I was keen to complete it. I could do the outdoors right?
Let us all laugh.
Turns out I’m a needy princess. ‘It’s cold, there’s hills, mud, I’m tired, there’s people.’ So many complaints.
It was hard. The cold was bitter, ice on paths, hills and even worse downhills. I was quickly at the back of the pack. The walkers appeared after 1.5k. This was brutal.
I was aware how woefully bad I was. My brain was a constant stream of ‘eff this, eff that, terribad idea’.
That said… it was beautiful. Trees, air, cold, mud… It was very LOTR.
My time was poor:
But I’m still glad I did it. In terms of new kit I was pretty happy with my new socks and tops. Trousers? Well… if your a fan of muffin tops then these are the trousers for you.
Try again next week?
The gym during the day is an awful place. It’s busy. I don’t just mean that as in it has people in it but the very daytime gym scene is ‘busy’.
Today I did 4.14k in just over half an hour. I’ll be honest, I wanted to do 5 but I had gone too late and had class at 1 (I finished running at 12:30). I couldn’t go after class because I had a dinner date so conceeded to the lunchtime slot seeing as I was on campus.
It’s awful having the time constraint put on you, unsure how much you’ll get done because you have other plans. I much prefer rocking up at 7pm when it’s dead and having time to just run as far as I want.
I have decided I will make up for this with 6k tomorrow. My reasons being 2 fold.
1- make up distances lost to the daytime pit
2- there’s a 5 mile race I have my eye on soon and I think I can do it as long as I push harder. It’s like 8k. I can do it… maybe.
Either way, more on the 500 total and now into double digits. Let’s keep it up!
I ran, well… jogged 3.27k in 25 mins. I stopped because I was at the gym with a pal and we wanted to go for lunch. But I still take solice in adding 2.03miles to my lofy goal. Little steps eh?
We didn’t go to run. We went for weights. A lovely coursemate of mine was going to do weights stuff anyway, and being the weight n00b (do we still use n00b? Did 2004 die?) I am I asked if I could come with.
I avoid weight training for a few reasons.
- I’m rubbish at it.
- It’s repetitive… which I get is the idea but still. Snore.
- It’s strange over in the weightlands, big men and grunts, a land where people seem to know what they are doing.
I only recently made it into the treadmill club. I didn’t want to tip the scales.
But having pal helped. She was great, she told me what to do and kept on at me which was sorely needed. Apparently the mental stamina I had built for running didn’t extend to the weight mats. We kept at it for 40 mins before I bowed out to run. (Yes, I now pick running over other excercise)
I bench pressed! I’ve never done that in my life before. I mean, don’t imagine I’m all there with my protein shake and a massive dumbbell. I was using 3kg weights and my arms took it in turns to complain (That’s really bad innit? Was I over compensating on alternative sides?)
Tomorrow should be fun… owch.