My best mate managed to get us a free day trip to a Nuffield Health Spa in town. We made full use of it- I ran, biked and swam… and used the steam room and spa pool but hey it’d have been rude not to.
5k in 36.11- no photo but my bestie was my witness.
A PERSONAL BEST! I felt amazing. I pushed and pushed and it’s definitely showing. So proud.
3k on the bike.
500meters in the pool.
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 wasnt sure I’d do today. I spent the day editing words and helping my sister, plus I didn’t feel like it. But miles don’t do themselves.
Change. Shoes. Wear that top I don’t even like. I don’t put on make up (having come to the realization Meg Ryan moments don’t happen in the Strathy gym). I stop caring about my crop trousers/long socks combo. I just need to do the miles.
I gym. I push. I give myself a higher minimum and a lower maximum and much of my time is spent thinking ‘eff it, just run’. I ignore my notifications, don’t change song, keep going.
The result is a faster time than yesterday:
So yay! But unfortunately my face is the colour of my top, kinda why I avoid wearing it.
Keep going eh?
It’s been a manic few weeks. Lots of new experiences from dates to teaching, lesson planning to driving in the cold. It’s been a real mix and getting used to it has wrecked my running.
As in… I haven’t been doing it at all.
Feeling awful about myself and scared I’m ruining my years progress I was determined to get back into it.
Getting used to my school routine has helped and this week I’ve been able to plan ahead to the point I don’t need to work at night. So, no excuses.
Back to the gym.
It smelled of sweat, bread (my normal description for men’s aroma), and rubber tread. Noise. Light. Lack of air con. Yup, just how I left it.
That said all the ‘Im totally keeping up the gym’ September lot are gone. Instead the flirters, the posers and the youth have gone. Just working out, progress, drive and self determination. It’s inspiring.
My run game is po… ok it’s just meh. I can run still and distance at that but it’s not fast and I still go bright red. The first few minutes are hell as I try to remember how to run all over again; feet, hands, shoes, neck, where does it all go?
I managed 5k. I consider it my base minimum, no less allowed.
My goals are still to work on my 10k game enough to build up distance. Lofty maybe but if my running since April has taught me anything is that if you decide you are going to do it then you just will. You’ll find a way.
I didn’t realise how much I needed today’s run. I went back to running time not distance, counting minutes not kilometres. It went well, but that wasn’t what I realised I needed.
I have a mild case of Season Affected Disorder. It’s not bad, and mostly self diagnosed but I have noticed that the shorter the days and the longer I spend inside without sunlight I do get pretty upset, lethargic and demotivated. That just won’t do, so today was extra important.
I tried to stay off main roads and stuck to trees, grass and open air. It was wondeful. I saw so many birds!
Ethan Hawk, the hunter of the road.
The heron who flew away when I pulled out my camera.
Those flying south in search of heat.
Just being around them made me calmer, happier and thankful in a way I hadn’t realised I needed to be.
Then, suddenly! Poodle pups!
A pack of yapping, sniffing and bouncing ears. It came out of nowhere and made me laugh no end.
I suppose the moral of this post is get outside when you can, your body needs it. Mine did.
Today was an amazing 5k! It was the Muddy Run, Race for Life for Cancer Research UK in Bellahouston Park, Glasgow. Luckily Scotland kept it’s weather warmish and sunny as the ‘Cult of Yarn’ yomped through the mud!
We committed! We jumped, crawled, climbed and got totally filthy. My mates were troopers and I was so happy to be a cultist!
We did it! All for charity! Go team! I love you Zoe, Heather and Pip! 💙💚💛💜
Also, big thanks to my bestie Cia for tsking all the photos, without you we would have no record of our muddy faces.
I really enjoyed the fact 5k was not a mental challenge. It was a doable distance, something that I knew I could do. I understand that this race wasn’t running but even then it was a physical challenge. I felt it most on my arms, crawling under nets and the like took it’s toll on my untrained biceps. I really aught to work on them more.💪
Much in the vein of my last post, we have another loss. RIP Black New Balance trainers from January. It was wonderful serving with you all those miles. I salute you.
I’ve been putting off the moment but after a dead wire today I have to move on. It’s a sad moment. I lost a friend, one close to my chest. I have no photo of her in her heyday, much to my sadness. Though her colour faded she was supportive til the last mile. Goodbye my China pal. I could never have learned to run without you.
In case anyone was worried, its a bra. I finally accepted I had to chuck it. Nae danger. 😉
P.s. it used to be fluorescent pink….
My number arrived for the Great Scottish Run 10k. It’s all a bit real now.
I think I can. My little leaflet certainly believes in me.
I’ve been put in white group, it’s probably my fault for clicking something wrong but I think I belong in a slower group. I’m not very speedy. 😦
Ahh! Where has time gone!?!?!?!?!?!
I have a confession. I haven’t been working hard as I should be. For someone supposed to be running 10k im 3 weeks it still seems a far off goal.
At least, that’s how it feels.
I’ve been running my 5k minimum 3 timss a week, trying to push as much as possible and can make it up to 7k. That said 7 is not 10 and the voice in my head is belittling my efforts.
Hitting 5k was glorious. It was a great step and I was really proud, maybe too proud and happy to rest on my laurels.
I know I should feel just as good about 7 but I don’t. 7 isn’t a satisfying number. It’s not 10. I tried working on speed and weights which I guess weren’t bad for me but were they really going to help me hit 10k right now?
It’s all up to me, I need to push harder.
If you see me please ask me about 8, tell me to push to 9, badger me about 10. I need the pressure.
This week. It’s on.
8k, I’m coming for you… by Tuesday.
My 10k looms. We are getting there. The goal recently has been to not walk and to learn how to run ‘hard’ then recovery ‘jog’ so there is constant movement forward.
The treadmill has been very useful in this respect. Fiddly buttons make walking very difficult so its just easier to keep the pace going.
Pretty proud in my pushing that I have managed to run 6k, no walking! (I’ve done it 3 times now so by science it must be a thing right?)
The time is less than stellar, I know, but I’ve stopped caring.
I’m learning to listen to my legs, my lungs, my stomach, and to stop listening to the voice in my head saying stop.
I’m learning to listen to my post run body to see if there is more in the fuel tanks and more often than not I feel ‘yeah, theres another 0.5k in there’.
Next goal? 7k.
We can do this!