My first marathon...that's my aim.... What's next? Well wait for it....roaming around on Facebook today a message flashed before my eyes..my glasses fogged with the hysteria... .I jumped up and down off my seat...all excited...Marcus (our Born To Run marathon coach) announces an Ultramarathon training group...it sounds lovely...25mins slow ( that's me that's me! jumping up and down off my seat...had to put the brakes on the chair with all the jumping!) and then 5 mins walk...woohoo I love walking... Why doesn't he let us walk for the five miles tho?! I bet he has an easy time with the other group strolling along the road looking at the birds and the trees ....while I sweat it out fecking and blinding along my 5 mile route...sneaky fecker....sounds lovely tho...if any of my patients asks me ' any plans for the summer?'... Well I was thinking of doing an Ultramarathon....mad! Maybe in another lifetime....I will offer my services as a ' Born To Run water girl' for their training if needed... everytime they'd pass me for a pit stop I could sing some of Brian's (Hayden) fav songs.... ' you're on the road to nowhere ( high pitched of course) or maybe ' I will walk 500 miles' la lala la la....
The run: it was grand tonight...Brian did give me one tip...try and take longer strides...I tried that coming around Fels Point ...didn't work...didn't feel comfortable but then again if it was comfortable I would be doing it already...so I'll try it again tomorrow night...haven't stopped once since my triumphant run up the hill the week before last...I've never given myself so many pats on the back! But if it kills me I will move up to the middle of the group... I'm getting faster slowly but surely,bit by bit....I have it in me but I just need to kick myself up the arse a couple of times and hope it works....must do some research on different food groups...am booking a Physio appt tomorrow to try and loosen out the legs ( aarrrgh do I have to strip?!) , and finally.....I can see actual real visible wear on my trainers...woohoo! I am a real runner now.....
Monday, 23 January 2012
34km cycle sun- a bit windy....
Went for a cycle sunday... 34 km to be exact, how juch in miles havent a clue but what is it about cycling that makes you feel much better?!getting out of bed was the tough part....heard some wind outside and the flicker of doubt entered into my head...ahhh ill get blown off the bike ...so ill stay in bed... but then the other side of me thinks of the marathon and finishing it (coming in last that is!!!)and that quickly hops me up out of bed and out the door...cycling is great for getting rid of the cobwebs....3miles running tonight....off the diet coke two weeks now..woohoo...
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Sat 5 miles...never eating fish again....
Legs were very tired after wed nite,jittery and they felt swollen...kept having to widen my laces in work... normally I fly up and down the stairs,two steps at a time but thur and Friday I could have done with one of those stairlifts for grannies....bought a bucket of Epsom salts from Boots,had a bath Friday and it worked....now I can see why we need two rest days before the long run but my one fear on Friday was that 'how am I going to do this as I haven't ran in two days'...but once the legs got going that disappeared....
Hectic day in work friday so I was going to be adventurous and get something different for my dinner...of course I would have loved a McDonalds or the Burger Shack...anything other than pasta or veg..even the Big Mac with no chips-I would have made that sacrifice! but no I've running tomorrow...so bright idea like a light bulb glowing over my head...fish...it's good for me and haven't had it in ages...off I toddle into the Seafood shop...ask the question ' anything nice?' like a miss know it all...didn't see any battered cod with mushy peas...I see these small pieces with pink bits on the end of them...'what's that?'...scallops...how much?...well 35euros for a kg..do I look like a heifer?!....asked him what would a normal person eat...(if only he knew I was a ' runner'- maybe I should have went in my running pants and have a sweaty head on me!)....3-4 pieces is about right...ok I'll take them...hold on how do I cook them? pan sear them ...I just nod the head and pretend yeah yeah.......I had not a clue how to cook then...off I go home to pan sear my din dins... (don't even know if I've spelled it right! i am educated! )....plop them into the frying pan, turn them and wait...no instructions with them...split them all in half to see if there's any change...none so I decided to burn the arse out of them to make sure... Veg and scallops went down well but the rest of the night didn't...stomach churned and bubbled all nigh...was never so sick in all my life...didn't sleep a wink...learnt two lessons 1) I won't ask 'anything nice for my din dins' when I go shopping 2) never try anything new before my long runs, stick to pasta.....
Nearly didn't go running this smorning...felt crap...tried to force down a couple spoons of porridge... couldn't so had a slice of toast instead...but I knew I had to go, I'd be so disappointed with myself if I didn't ... So I did... Tried to chirp myself up in the car on the way in to running...drugs wouldn't have done the trick... 5 miles...was a bit slower than normal ( how much slower can I go! ) energy levels were low... Brian stayed with us all the way...yapping... and yapping....I gave a few grunts but did talk a bit ( its a start) ... he commented on my ability to talk...smartsrse....after the 2.7 mile to be exact.... It is true what they say ' you never talk about running when you're running ' and ' when your not running all you talk about is running ! ' drank all my drink... I think I had frought coming out of my mouth by the end of it...coming up to the Aquadome Brian informs me I have 50 seconds to make it to the car park and I'll have done the 5 miles in 1 hour to be exact... shite, my legs are about to fall off me, I'm starved and I've frought coming out of my mouth...and I'm sure my hair has turned into a ball of candy floss on top of my head from the wind and sweat....great I have to leg it like a looney tune to beat his clock...Catriona is in front of me running happily along...move bitch!I'm on a mission.....picked up speed... i'd say a granny with arthritis could have run faster...phew made it back ... 1 hour 4 secs he informs me.... Could he not have just lied to me the fecker! That's it, he's banned from talking to me....
Bought myself a running magazine today...and a dairy milk... the magazine said 'that there's a 39% reduction of cardiovascular disease and a 29 % reduction of strokes' ( in relation to chocolate) ....the running magazine has to be right....
Enjoyed today tho....15 miles this week woohoo! 16 miles next week.....
15 weeks to the big day.....
Hectic day in work friday so I was going to be adventurous and get something different for my dinner...of course I would have loved a McDonalds or the Burger Shack...anything other than pasta or veg..even the Big Mac with no chips-I would have made that sacrifice! but no I've running tomorrow...so bright idea like a light bulb glowing over my head...fish...it's good for me and haven't had it in ages...off I toddle into the Seafood shop...ask the question ' anything nice?' like a miss know it all...didn't see any battered cod with mushy peas...I see these small pieces with pink bits on the end of them...'what's that?'...scallops...how much?...well 35euros for a kg..do I look like a heifer?!....asked him what would a normal person eat...(if only he knew I was a ' runner'- maybe I should have went in my running pants and have a sweaty head on me!)....3-4 pieces is about right...ok I'll take them...hold on how do I cook them? pan sear them ...I just nod the head and pretend yeah yeah.......I had not a clue how to cook then...off I go home to pan sear my din dins... (don't even know if I've spelled it right! i am educated! )....plop them into the frying pan, turn them and wait...no instructions with them...split them all in half to see if there's any change...none so I decided to burn the arse out of them to make sure... Veg and scallops went down well but the rest of the night didn't...stomach churned and bubbled all nigh...was never so sick in all my life...didn't sleep a wink...learnt two lessons 1) I won't ask 'anything nice for my din dins' when I go shopping 2) never try anything new before my long runs, stick to pasta.....
Nearly didn't go running this smorning...felt crap...tried to force down a couple spoons of porridge... couldn't so had a slice of toast instead...but I knew I had to go, I'd be so disappointed with myself if I didn't ... So I did... Tried to chirp myself up in the car on the way in to running...drugs wouldn't have done the trick... 5 miles...was a bit slower than normal ( how much slower can I go! ) energy levels were low... Brian stayed with us all the way...yapping... and yapping....I gave a few grunts but did talk a bit ( its a start) ... he commented on my ability to talk...smartsrse....after the 2.7 mile to be exact.... It is true what they say ' you never talk about running when you're running ' and ' when your not running all you talk about is running ! ' drank all my drink... I think I had frought coming out of my mouth by the end of it...coming up to the Aquadome Brian informs me I have 50 seconds to make it to the car park and I'll have done the 5 miles in 1 hour to be exact... shite, my legs are about to fall off me, I'm starved and I've frought coming out of my mouth...and I'm sure my hair has turned into a ball of candy floss on top of my head from the wind and sweat....great I have to leg it like a looney tune to beat his clock...Catriona is in front of me running happily along...move bitch!I'm on a mission.....picked up speed... i'd say a granny with arthritis could have run faster...phew made it back ... 1 hour 4 secs he informs me.... Could he not have just lied to me the fecker! That's it, he's banned from talking to me....
Bought myself a running magazine today...and a dairy milk... the magazine said 'that there's a 39% reduction of cardiovascular disease and a 29 % reduction of strokes' ( in relation to chocolate) ....the running magazine has to be right....
Enjoyed today tho....15 miles this week woohoo! 16 miles next week.....
15 weeks to the big day.....
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Wed night running 3 miles....tired tonight
Just doing some calculations... (clever aren't I!)including the sat run this week we'll have done 15 miles this week!!! Woohoo never in my like did i think I'd actually run that amount....even with the hills! That bloody hill is now an obsession...it will not beat me...I'm just plain lazy...
Half of the group were missing tonight.....and I still came in last!!! not too far off tho...driving in from Killarney this evening I wasn't in the mood for it tonight...legs were sore after last night and calfs were tight...so I going to have to get some Physio done...To be honest I dread it because it means stripping off and lying there practically naked ...and me wondering..' oh my god I hope there isn't a hole in my knickers!'...only ever been to Physio twice...first time was when I'd a crick in my neck..went in sat down in the waiting room and I couldn't get back up off the seat...he calls me in...I lie down flat on my belly...he hops ontop of me like a sumo wrestler...click...screech....perfect! but I refused to take my top off...told him to work around it! Came out traumatised but no crick...
Second time was when my back went after a car accident in the states...went in not prepared to strip off...stupid really but I'd convinced myself beforehand that I wouldn't have to strip...was jet lagged and delirious from the tiredness...she somehow convinced me to partially strip...bottoms off... Starts stretching me ...the usual..I bought knickers whilst over and they were too tight so Mrs Bouquet comes into action..I made a big slit down the side with a scissors and forget about it!.....I never apologised so much and I cringed with embarrassment....let's say I never returned for a review....but for running I do know I'll have to go...i'd go to the doctor only if I was in dire straits...last legs..I'm booked in for next week so must go knicker shopping....
But my one aim for this challenge is to never miss a night training unless my legs or my arms have falling off for some strange reason...the running group acts as a surrpot network and without it i would not be able to do this...it is a chance in a life time opportunity (eventhough on mon,tues,wed and sat i dont feetl that way) and i would highly recommend it to anyone but its tough....and i do feck and blind a lot but sher if i didnt i'd be boring! Secretely, i'm beginning to enjoy running....just a tiny tiny bit....
Looking forward to Saturday 5 Miles....not!
Half of the group were missing tonight.....and I still came in last!!! not too far off tho...driving in from Killarney this evening I wasn't in the mood for it tonight...legs were sore after last night and calfs were tight...so I going to have to get some Physio done...To be honest I dread it because it means stripping off and lying there practically naked ...and me wondering..' oh my god I hope there isn't a hole in my knickers!'...only ever been to Physio twice...first time was when I'd a crick in my neck..went in sat down in the waiting room and I couldn't get back up off the seat...he calls me in...I lie down flat on my belly...he hops ontop of me like a sumo wrestler...click...screech....perfect! but I refused to take my top off...told him to work around it! Came out traumatised but no crick...
But my one aim for this challenge is to never miss a night training unless my legs or my arms have falling off for some strange reason...the running group acts as a surrpot network and without it i would not be able to do this...it is a chance in a life time opportunity (eventhough on mon,tues,wed and sat i dont feetl that way) and i would highly recommend it to anyone but its tough....and i do feck and blind a lot but sher if i didnt i'd be boring! Secretely, i'm beginning to enjoy running....just a tiny tiny bit....
Looking forward to Saturday 5 Miles....not!
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Tues night- 4 miler...think I'm turning into a bit of a nuthead...
4 miler - means changing my comfort zone.... I like routine and have to know the route beforehand, otherwise I start act like Fr.jack...hair starts to stand ontop of the head.... I get the wild expressions on my face and the bottom lip gets a bit of a biting....so as usual I dream about the route...round and round I go...i probably pant like a heifer in my sleep because I do the same when running! Will I ever not worry?! Haven't a bloody clue... Valium would probably help...although
I has a cyst in my eye two years ago...went up to Tommy Regan the eye fella....he looks and says ...' we need to remove it'.... How? Flap back the eyelid and scrape it out!....Oh for fecks sake... torture at its highest...crapping myself... He wouldnt knock me out because it's such a small procedure...
well not for me it wasn't! he gave me Valium... Went in on the morning for 'the small procedure' .... was a nervous wreck all week...was getting images of Clockwork orange where yer man used clasps to keep the eye lid open..aaaarrrghhh ...knocked back the valium beforehand...great this will knock the stuffing out of me...waiting...waiting...waiting...I might as well have knocked back a box of tic-tacs....think the eyes were probably popping out of my head by the time I got into him...' ok lie down and relax' ... What the hell am I going to do..your mental head tablets haven't worked!the nurse told me to put the hands underneath my bum...did she think I was going to whack her one or what?! I was so wound up I couldn't go through with it... Think I left them more traumatised than me....and low and behold the cyst went after a couple of weeks... It was meant to be... At least I figured out that Valium did nothing for me! Loola....
The Run: The one thing I have noticed is the my legs are getting stronger and I still have a mental battle every-time I run...it gets a bit dis-heartening when people just pounce along past me...you know those loop ropes cowboys use to catch horses... Well I might surprise Marcus one night and bring one...it would be handy wouldn't it....losing the plot definitely...but so what if I'm last..someone has to be...couldn't get my heifer breathing right until about the three mile mark....then when I got up the hill without stopping may I add...very proud... all the stress just seems to lift! even-though I'm practically crouched over at this stage...I had no Marcus or Brian tonight to feck and blind...I miss that....maybe if I start shouting from afar they might hear me! Today was a bad day for the cravings for diet coke....would have gone into any shop with a balaclava and grabbed a tinny for myself... Headline in the Kerryman newspaper' Born to run member seen legging it with a crate of diet coke-Runner all coked up'......
Did the 4 miles without stopping..
I has a cyst in my eye two years ago...went up to Tommy Regan the eye fella....he looks and says ...' we need to remove it'.... How? Flap back the eyelid and scrape it out!....Oh for fecks sake... torture at its highest...crapping myself... He wouldnt knock me out because it's such a small procedure...
well not for me it wasn't! he gave me Valium... Went in on the morning for 'the small procedure' .... was a nervous wreck all week...was getting images of Clockwork orange where yer man used clasps to keep the eye lid open..aaaarrrghhh ...knocked back the valium beforehand...great this will knock the stuffing out of me...waiting...waiting...waiting...I might as well have knocked back a box of tic-tacs....think the eyes were probably popping out of my head by the time I got into him...' ok lie down and relax' ... What the hell am I going to do..your mental head tablets haven't worked!the nurse told me to put the hands underneath my bum...did she think I was going to whack her one or what?! I was so wound up I couldn't go through with it... Think I left them more traumatised than me....and low and behold the cyst went after a couple of weeks... It was meant to be... At least I figured out that Valium did nothing for me! Loola....
The Run: The one thing I have noticed is the my legs are getting stronger and I still have a mental battle every-time I run...it gets a bit dis-heartening when people just pounce along past me...you know those loop ropes cowboys use to catch horses... Well I might surprise Marcus one night and bring one...it would be handy wouldn't it....losing the plot definitely...but so what if I'm last..someone has to be...couldn't get my heifer breathing right until about the three mile mark....then when I got up the hill without stopping may I add...very proud... all the stress just seems to lift! even-though I'm practically crouched over at this stage...I had no Marcus or Brian tonight to feck and blind...I miss that....maybe if I start shouting from afar they might hear me! Today was a bad day for the cravings for diet coke....would have gone into any shop with a balaclava and grabbed a tinny for myself... Headline in the Kerryman newspaper' Born to run member seen legging it with a crate of diet coke-Runner all coked up'......
Did the 4 miles without stopping..
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