My run today was possibly the worst run I have ever done
Wearing high wedge sandals to work just because I had a pedicure yesterday = Sore legs right from the beginning.
Deciding to run on the hottest day of the year = Very hard work right from the start, hot weather has to be the worst kind of running weather for me.
Choosing a longish run on a day I'm weary = Even before half way round I was wishing I was at home.
Liking circular and new routes I had to complete a stretch along a busy main road and the verge hadn't been cut = I had to walk as the grass/nettles/weeds were knee deep and difficult to wade through and my legs have been stung to bits.
Diverting my route along a footpath through a field to get away from the road = severe cuts to my ankles trying to navigate my way alongside a shoulder deep crop, no visible path and getting well caught up in very sharp and unforgiving goose grass.
My 8.5 k took far too long and although the sky was the most magnificent blue and the trees a very vibrant green I did not enjoy this outing.
I do have one positive, I saved a slow worm from certain death!
Tuesday 22 May 2012
Sunday 6 May 2012
Dance today - tomorrow might be too late
I had a great night out on Friday, T, D, Fi and Me were joined by Vicky and Michaela for an evening of food and wine and not much dancing!
I was getting in the mood with some good 80s tracks on youtube and decided my dancing around the kitchen would be better enhanced by opening a rather fine bottle of white at around 6 p.m. This could possibly have been my downfall.
At around 7 p.m. D's husband was showing me a good running route on his map, I told him I couldn't really see the map and he refilled my empty glass. This could possibly have been my downfall.
8 p.m. we were all sat having a fine time, company great, food not so great and Michaela and I, apparently are going to do the London marathon. The waiter kept refilling my glass, this could possibly have been my downfall.
I wanted to go dancing, but I had no luck with these friends, not even the usually dependable Fi was up for dancing. Brazz however did have a mighty fine bottle of Prosecco. This could possibly have been my downfall.
The Cosy Club had music, but me the deaf one, couldn't hear it. Oh well the fizz was good. Perhaps this bottle was my downfall.
Back to Brazz, shut, what has happened to Taunton, nowhere open, nobody out, apart from the street pastors. Cafe mamba, ah now we're talking, music, T danced, momentarily, but this really wasn't a good enough effort I have to say. I tell my friends they will be very sorry they didn't dance with me and to imagine how they will feel if I'm dead tomorrow. Don't worry D tells me, we'll all dance at your funeral, cheers mates! A bottle of Blue Nun disguised in a bottle of, well something that shouldn't have been that bad was probably my downfall.
Back to D's to finish the earlier opened bottle and to wait for my lift. I texted him, no reply. I rang him - ah success - and then I rang him again as he had fallen back to sleep.
I think it was about 2.30 a.m. that I made a call on the big white telephone. I think it was about 3.00 p.m. that I eventually managed to dress and face the big scary downstairs and took sanctuary on the sofa! There would be no running, just getting upright was hard enough.
Which brings us to Sunday. I feel great, I met Ali and we did a gentle 7 KM run along the canal. It was flat, easy going and in gentle morning sunshine. I feel great and it's good to be alive.
I shall dance everyday and on my own if I have to but I do recommend that you join in!
I was getting in the mood with some good 80s tracks on youtube and decided my dancing around the kitchen would be better enhanced by opening a rather fine bottle of white at around 6 p.m. This could possibly have been my downfall.
At around 7 p.m. D's husband was showing me a good running route on his map, I told him I couldn't really see the map and he refilled my empty glass. This could possibly have been my downfall.
8 p.m. we were all sat having a fine time, company great, food not so great and Michaela and I, apparently are going to do the London marathon. The waiter kept refilling my glass, this could possibly have been my downfall.
I wanted to go dancing, but I had no luck with these friends, not even the usually dependable Fi was up for dancing. Brazz however did have a mighty fine bottle of Prosecco. This could possibly have been my downfall.
The Cosy Club had music, but me the deaf one, couldn't hear it. Oh well the fizz was good. Perhaps this bottle was my downfall.
Back to Brazz, shut, what has happened to Taunton, nowhere open, nobody out, apart from the street pastors. Cafe mamba, ah now we're talking, music, T danced, momentarily, but this really wasn't a good enough effort I have to say. I tell my friends they will be very sorry they didn't dance with me and to imagine how they will feel if I'm dead tomorrow. Don't worry D tells me, we'll all dance at your funeral, cheers mates! A bottle of Blue Nun disguised in a bottle of, well something that shouldn't have been that bad was probably my downfall.
Back to D's to finish the earlier opened bottle and to wait for my lift. I texted him, no reply. I rang him - ah success - and then I rang him again as he had fallen back to sleep.
I think it was about 2.30 a.m. that I made a call on the big white telephone. I think it was about 3.00 p.m. that I eventually managed to dress and face the big scary downstairs and took sanctuary on the sofa! There would be no running, just getting upright was hard enough.
Which brings us to Sunday. I feel great, I met Ali and we did a gentle 7 KM run along the canal. It was flat, easy going and in gentle morning sunshine. I feel great and it's good to be alive.
I shall dance everyday and on my own if I have to but I do recommend that you join in!
Tuesday 1 May 2012
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain, apart from the many large muddy puddles that required careful hopping, skipping and jumping over and around.
Today's run was hot and hard, the glorious sunshine made the temperature gauge in my car register a whopping 18.5 when I left work half an hour before I put my trainers on. No jacket or hat required just me and my ipod.
My legs felt like lead, there didn't feel like there was much fuel in the tank and my left knee was giving me jip. Those short burst hill climbs on Sunday probably explained the heavy feeling. My May challenge to eat more fruit and drink more water may have accounted to the lower energy levels as I have been very careful about what I have eaten today. Yesterday had not been a good day on the food front. I had indulged in chocolate cake and fish and chips both of which contained my enemy gluten. All tasted delicious but I knew they would sap my energy resources and they did. The knee pain was definitely a result of wearing high heels to work, I'll be back to flats tomorrow!
All in all I don't like running in hot sunshine, I'm almost wishing it would rain...
Today's run was hot and hard, the glorious sunshine made the temperature gauge in my car register a whopping 18.5 when I left work half an hour before I put my trainers on. No jacket or hat required just me and my ipod.
My legs felt like lead, there didn't feel like there was much fuel in the tank and my left knee was giving me jip. Those short burst hill climbs on Sunday probably explained the heavy feeling. My May challenge to eat more fruit and drink more water may have accounted to the lower energy levels as I have been very careful about what I have eaten today. Yesterday had not been a good day on the food front. I had indulged in chocolate cake and fish and chips both of which contained my enemy gluten. All tasted delicious but I knew they would sap my energy resources and they did. The knee pain was definitely a result of wearing high heels to work, I'll be back to flats tomorrow!
All in all I don't like running in hot sunshine, I'm almost wishing it would rain...
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