January 2012
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Alarm clock.
Yesterday, having set my alarm for 6am to get to the gym in time for Boot Camp, I thought I’d give myself a lie in this morning. I set my alarm for 8 with the plan to run early and have enough time to eat, wash my hair and get ready for work at a leisurely pace.
Alarm went off at 8am.
I pressed SNOOZE every 9 minutes until after 10am. Whatever.
I didn’t go back to sleep, but I...
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Horizontal.
I feel as though I should get an award for waking up so early and going to Boot Camp on my day off but no one’s here to present a huge solid gold trophy to me and I haven’t actually written an acceptance speech yet.
Making the most of my day off though as I’m back in bed, lying down under the covers, watching Pocahontas, trying to drink my tea without spilling it all over...
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Concrete.
I’m on my way to Boot Camp. It’s 7 something in the morning and I’m not entirely awake. I’m way more tired than I was on Wednesday, so I reckon it’s going to be a struggle. I spent the whole of yesterday and so far this morning feeling like concrete has been injected into my thighs and the cheeks of my derrière.
I’m dreading this morning’s training...
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Compression heaven.
I think the only reason I can stand up and balance my whole body weight on my two legs without my knees buckling, causing the floor to come rushing up to smack me in the face, is because of these marvellous compression tights. I’ve been wearing them all day and they’ve been holding me together, physically and emotionally.
I’m kind of scared to find out what happens when I take...
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Boot Camp
So… Boot camp (Sexy in the City) at Fitness First was fab. Fab as in painful and exhausting. I’m telling myself I really enjoyed it because I really believe you can fool your own mind.
Right now I’m on the Central Line because I’m rushing to work. There’s nothing like powering through a work out then showering, dressing and putting on your make up so fast that you...
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WatchMORNING!
Please excuse tired face and no make up.
Also please excuse the abrupt finish to the video (my alarm went off on my phone to tell me I was running late). I say “fallen into bed” at the end. No big surprise there.
I was going to re-record it, but there is no time for ego at this time of the morning.
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My thighs are still not cooperating.
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I didn't even know...
… That these muscles existed. Seriously! After doing like 35 squats yesterday afternoon in the garden with my mum and dad laughing at me through the kitchen window, my legs are killing me.
My brother text me this morning to say:
“*French accent* ‘OW ARE YOUR LEGS?”
I replied, quite confidently:
“They feel feel alright actually. Still in bed atm though.”
Of...
jencheema asked: hello! just found your blog through twitter - i'm also training for berlin (pushed into by my practically-a-proffessional-runner boyfriend) and can't yet run a mile comfortably to save my life. reassuring to know theres others setting themselves the same challenge! jen x
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Post-Sunday-Run
Well that was… awful.
I managed to keep running (bouncy-walking) for an entire mile until my lungs decided that no, running is not fun, and I stopped to walk. Chris threatened to throw water over me unless I picked up the pace again, so I ran for another 100 metres or so then walked again. I didn’t tell him this time and when he realised that I wasn’t right behind him, he waited...
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I am...
Jogging on the spot outside my parents’ house waiting for my brother (@yewjin_) so I can run my first and his last lap around the block. He’s already been out running for half an hour. I’m only jogging on the spot to keep warm.
First time back to running since I’ve been ill. Aiming for a non-stop lap.
Fingers crossed!
It’s kinda great being related to someone who...
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Non-running.
Being ill really sucks when you still have to work, but it’s great for my favourite thing ever - non-running. It gives me a legitimate excuse, nay, REASON for not hurtling (bouncy walking, let’s be honest) along a wet pavement, death-staring anyone who tries to block my path.
However, the guilt is starting to set in now. And I’m beginning to feel scared (so scurrrred). Bangs...
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“When you run alone, you go a distance and speed dictated by your ability (one...”
– Marc Parent, Runners World Jan 2012. (via obtund)
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So basically...
I’m ill. I’ve got a really bad cold. I’m losing track of my voice (it keeps going and coming back). I can’t stop blowing my nose. I’m having to breathe through my mouth (and I hate mouth-breathers). I want to drill a hole in each cheek, on either side of my nose, just to drain my skull of any fluid that should not be there and I want to be horizontal for at least...
December 2011
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By the way...
I actually did run this morning. Mainly because by the time I got out of bed and stood up I could barely breathe at all, and I wanted to clear my sinuses and my head, but at least I ran.
Not quite a mile. Just over half a mile actually. OMG, alright, ALRIGHT! It doesn’t count as a proper run, but whatever.
I got back and nearly threw up, and finally admitted I was ill. I’m ILL....
Thursday (non-)run.
If I don’t go for a run today it will be the second run that I’ve missed this week. However, I really can’t be BOTHERED. I’m back in bed, I can’t even breathe through my nose and I’m hungry already.
At times like this I wish I could have a treadmill or exercise bike thing in my house so I wouldn’t have to move that far. Contradictory perhaps, but I feel...
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Hugs all round.
Chris gave me some compression tights for Christmas.
They.
Are.
Amazing.
They are SUPER tight and the material is woven so that it stretches in all directions making them SUPER comfy. The idea is that the tights hold your muscles together after you’ve exercised to aid the healing process. Or something to that effect.
Compression tights feel like they’re hugging your legs and...
Just so you know...
I ran on Christmas Day. A whole 1.6 miles. Without stopping.
Chris told me to run a lap round the block where our parents live. Non-stop. And if I stopped, I would have to keep going until I succeeded to run one entire lap without stopping.
Obviously, because he’s SO MEAN, he meant it. So I pushed and didn’t talk the whole way (just in case I threw up). It was a slow 1.6 miles. But...
