Saturday, 15 May 2010
Now this blog, I feel deserves total honesty from me.
So this week:
I managed not to drink any coffee, until this morning when I got a take out Cappucino, got into the car, and drank half of it before I remembered. Oops?
I hadn't drunk any alcohol until yesterday (friday), when I fell over whilst running in heels, ruined my fave blue woollen tights and grazed my knee. The pain was such that I had a fruit cider to numb it.
I tried running on Tuesday, but my legs were like lead and hurt like hell, so it was more of a long walk. I haven't been out since.
I have spent all day today trying to forget why I am staying with the lovely Holly Shaw and her family. I'm convincing myself it's a mini-break. Could be a bit of a shock to the system when I have to not only put a tracksuit on tomorrow morning, but also be seen in public in said tracksuit. Oh dear.
I have written the names of everyone I can think of who has been directly affected by transplant on my t shirt - whether they're waiting, they've received an organ or more tragically, if they've died waiting. So they are my motivation.
On the offchance you're reading this before I run - please send me a text, drop me an email, facebook me. I will try to reply! I could really do with the distraction whilst running!
I love you all. Wish me luck!!
Monday, 10 May 2010
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
So as election-fever grips the country, I know all my devoted readers (that's all three or so of you!) Are far more interested in my legs than those of any party leader (though I hear that Clegg is quite a catch - I digress...)
I have a confession. Forgive me fanclub, for I have sinned. Until this evening, I had not been out running since that 10min extravaganza. Maybe I had a "quit while I'm ahead" feeling, or more likely, I was just too damn lazy.
Either way, I was a Bad Pops. Sorry! I did however spend a good few hours power walking around Newcastle delivering flyers for an unnamed political party, so that is some exercise at least. Hurrah.
Today however, that changed. After lectures, I went home, and with lots of nagging and persuasion from Emily, gave it another shot.
My final aim is to run this thing 20mins on, 10mins walking. I wasn't expecting to hit 20mins pretty comfortably so soon. No really. And I didn't fall over or bribe a passing husky family to drag me.
You may cheer now. Go on, no-one's listening. Promise.
So now I have a dilemma. Do I aim to get that to 30 mins? Or stick with the original plan?
It's a tricky one.
Answers on a postcard please. And while you're there, answer this - my metro has been 'arriving in 2 mins' for the last 20mins. How does that even begin to work?!
Friday, 30 April 2010
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
1) Train EVERY day
2) Rest 1 out of 3, but stretch and walk
3) Increase the distance/constant running time every time (even if only 30 seconds)
4) Eat decent amounts
5) WATER WATER WATER
6) Lots of rest
... or rest 1 out of 4 if you are feeling up to it later on
So in other words:
1) Wave goodbye to a social life/dress sense/your reputation as a sensible person (well, kinda)
2) I say you get a day off, but that's not strictly true. If there's no rest for the wicked, this must make me as wicked as the pre-loved up Simon Cowell. But without the high waistband.
3) When your lungs feel like they may burst, do MORE!!!
4) Eat. Remember that food stuff? It's helpful.
5)Drink. Piss like a horse but love the skin improvement which you will then sweat through.
6) Sleep. Go on, change the habit of a lifetime...
Good news though - tomorrow, SHOE SHOPPING!!! xxx