63.92/500- weights.

I had no evening plans so in light of running a 10k and not feeling shit I decided it was weight night at the gym. That said, I couldn’t resist adding (nearly) a mile to my total. 

Weights suck tho…

Still canny lift. 

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53.66/500- aches

I’m not even sorry about my time. I ache. Yesterday had me sore and I still came in to fight again. I am proud of that. 

I also took time in the machines and weights section today. Sadly my reason was because there were less men than normal, which I find intimidating and off putting. More than once I’ve been there trying my best with a 15k load and some guy will be lurking and huffing because he wants to out do that. Thus, when you see weights quieter than normal you take the plunge. 

Also, how good is power plate? Calf massage on a power plate has to be the greatest post run thing ever. I want one. 

46.94/500- reflection

In teaching we are taught to be reflective, both positively and negatively. 

Let’s start positively:

I can run for 7k. 

I can stay on a treadmill for an hour and keep moving. 

Now… the negative: I’ve been lazy recently. I’ve avoided running because I’ve pulled the ‘Im tired’ excuse and my times are suffering as a result. 

7k in 60mins is poor and I need to work harder if I want to beat my october 10k time.

Mixed emotions then. 

Yay and nay? 

39.32/500- a sort of triathlon workout.

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.

Cracking workout.

30.02/500 – Down with the sickness

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!

10.8/500 – Daytimes at the gym suck

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.

Big. Error. 

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! 

6.2/500- when yer face is the same colour as yer top

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.

Alas! 

Keep going eh?

Back to the gym…

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. 

Keep going.