Well,Fat tuesday is over and I've a long couple of weeks to go without the sweet stuff...why am I doing it...well why not! I have to become more innovative with my food to compensate...
The run tonight... Well because Marcus ditched us tonight....the fecker...I like routine and it didn't feel the same...but I still ran it...
I was saying to Catriona tonight whilst running I will have to stop being so negative about running...even in the blog..I'm not a complainer in general...quite easygoing in fact...but I can't start fibbing and make up airy fairy stories about my running...such as follows
" oh my run tonight was fantastic! Yippee.., I bounced and skipped the 5 miles...chatted all the way about life in general and I didn't sweat once, I feel wonderful"
Feck that...
Tonight was tough like every other bloody night..I plodded all the way,grunted a few times to let people know I was still there,sweated ...was in fact sweltering because it was so dead out there tonight and was glad I made it home! That's my version...I feel comfortable at my pace...10/12 min miles...everyone else runs like they belong in a greyhound track with them chasing the hare round the ring! I'm the donkey...happy out...long distances suit me...if you put me out doing a 5 k race I'd probably freak out with the pressure...
The group is doing Ballybunion Half in a couple of weeks as a baseline race so am looking forward to that...not! there's my negativity again...it will be my first proper race where I'll be running all the way home to the finish line...I'll have done two 16 milers before that so it should be fine...toes crossed
Roll on sat 10 miles or so...
Note to Brian: please please please take it easy on us for sat! Marcus is like a security blanket and it's hard to leave him go! But I know ul look after us...I won't give you any guff...
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Tues 5 miles...today is Fat Tuesday!
Normally I'd run on a Monday but The Boss ( aka Marcus) told me not to come...I should rest after my flu etc...finished work yesterday evening and I was thinking to myself what the feck will I do to occupy myself...no running...
what did I do before I starting running...tv,ate,tv,taytos,shower,tv,bed ( knackered normally)....now everything is different...as I've said in a previous blog since I've started this running malarkey I have not started any fad diets or normally Mondays would be Diet Day...I'd go all out-starve myself,pissey soup,water,pee all day and come 6 o clock I'd be ravishing and ate all round me...then the guilt would set in...a vicious circle really...but alas I am a changed nuthead....I have a routine caused by running and an added bonus is that it's a social thing also...and it's free...
So bored out of my tree last night, thumbs twiddling....I thought ' what can I do to make this running malarkey better'...well so far I've given up smoking,my daily intake of 5 cans of diet coke is a distant memory,I eat lumpy porridge and I prepare all my food for the day ahead ( stops me frothing about McDonalds!)....so me being a runner with a bit of a screw loose,Lent is my next challenge...and no I'm not a holy joe...I just like my food too much and sweet stuff...
I've come up with a new meaning to the word Lent....
Let's Eat No Treats...that took me ages!
So like a loola,.. Fat Tuesday (today) was my indulgence day... Pancakes galore! Woohoo ive probably put on a stone overnight but who cares I'll be sugar starved for the next forty days....well its actually 46...a child patient informed me today that it includes Sunday's...never knew that...when I was younger I'd bore holes in the back of my Easter eggs and sneakily eat the back half to get a head start...and then head into confession...stuffed may I add... and lie through my teeth...I'm sure every kid lied in confession!!
So I'm cutting out all sweet stuff....
The shakes are setting in already...but I've my final bag of Taytos to munch through tonight and then I'll be T-total....
I can do this...
If I can do it anyone can do it...I've just emptied my sweet cupboard out...looks very bare and lonely...sad day...and my lunch for tomorrow looks very bare...sandwich, apple, banana, kiwi,water and that's bloody it!
Ran 5 miles tonight...pissing rain, windy, and paddy last....but I did it...it was tough after missing so much over the last two weeks and I wasn't sleeping properly over the coughing with the chest infection...Mags and Sheila were with Catriona and myself tonight.....not used to running with real people...nuthead...
4 miles tomorrow...1st day of ' Let's Eat No Treats Campaign'....tough....
what did I do before I starting running...tv,ate,tv,taytos,shower,tv,bed ( knackered normally)....now everything is different...as I've said in a previous blog since I've started this running malarkey I have not started any fad diets or normally Mondays would be Diet Day...I'd go all out-starve myself,pissey soup,water,pee all day and come 6 o clock I'd be ravishing and ate all round me...then the guilt would set in...a vicious circle really...but alas I am a changed nuthead....I have a routine caused by running and an added bonus is that it's a social thing also...and it's free...
So bored out of my tree last night, thumbs twiddling....I thought ' what can I do to make this running malarkey better'...well so far I've given up smoking,my daily intake of 5 cans of diet coke is a distant memory,I eat lumpy porridge and I prepare all my food for the day ahead ( stops me frothing about McDonalds!)....so me being a runner with a bit of a screw loose,Lent is my next challenge...and no I'm not a holy joe...I just like my food too much and sweet stuff...
I've come up with a new meaning to the word Lent....
Let's Eat No Treats...that took me ages!
So like a loola,.. Fat Tuesday (today) was my indulgence day... Pancakes galore! Woohoo ive probably put on a stone overnight but who cares I'll be sugar starved for the next forty days....well its actually 46...a child patient informed me today that it includes Sunday's...never knew that...when I was younger I'd bore holes in the back of my Easter eggs and sneakily eat the back half to get a head start...and then head into confession...stuffed may I add... and lie through my teeth...I'm sure every kid lied in confession!!
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| Might try this trick to keep me away from the sweet stuff..... |
The shakes are setting in already...but I've my final bag of Taytos to munch through tonight and then I'll be T-total....
I can do this...
If I can do it anyone can do it...I've just emptied my sweet cupboard out...looks very bare and lonely...sad day...and my lunch for tomorrow looks very bare...sandwich, apple, banana, kiwi,water and that's bloody it!
Ran 5 miles tonight...pissing rain, windy, and paddy last....but I did it...it was tough after missing so much over the last two weeks and I wasn't sleeping properly over the coughing with the chest infection...Mags and Sheila were with Catriona and myself tonight.....not used to running with real people...nuthead...
4 miles tomorrow...1st day of ' Let's Eat No Treats Campaign'....tough....
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Back from the flu...9 miles saturday run...feck!
Chest infection really knocked it out of me for the last two weeks...am a very bad patient and didn't go to see the GP until tues last...pig headed and self medication wasn't working...went back to work Monday and still felt shite...so took tues off and went to see the doc...had no choice as I was never going to make the sat run if I didn't go...
So off I trot...pleaded for an appt and it worked..went in , explained that I needed a quick fix with a tormented look on my face...coughed and splurted like a nuthead...told me I was too stubborn for my own good... I agreed...
So he put me on a nebuliser for 15 mins...never in my life have I had any breathing problems but this made me feel like ' puff the magic dragon'! had a plastic mask over my face and everytime I breathed steam comes out... Christ all I needed was the rocking chair and my dressing gown to fullfill the ould granny picture! But I felt so much better...armed with my prescription, i gleefully popped into the pharmacy for some proper drugs...woohoo am on the way to running my 9 miles! he asked me was I allergic to penicillin, me; not that I know of...on Thursday my face broke out like chicken pox! feck i was an absolute disgrace...if I drew lines linking every spot I could have played a game of join the dots!! It's bad when a patient asks me "am I feeling alright and you don't look too well"! Talk about ruining my day! Changed antibiotic and toes crossed its calmed down a good bit...
Join the dots will have to wait...
Marcus told me to come back running wed...he was 100% right that I wouldn't be ready till then..of course he was right as usual!
So didn't feel like it as I had been hibernating for the week and early bed nights made me even more tired but I had to go do I did...did 3 miles but stopped a couple of times...think mentally I was lazy..
How the hell am I going to do 9 miles on Saturday! fear, imaginary pains and mental despair set it...
Got back to my porridge breakfasts and benecol and in general proper food to build me up...drank plenty of fluid, peeing like a trooper I was going to be ready for Saturday if it kills me...
Friday night came...nervous...woke up at half three mid sleep dreaming of the route...shite..needed my sleep..took me ages to conk again...eyes rolling like a nuthead...
Got up Saturday morning...D-Day has arrived...my longest run ever...
Ate my lumpy porridge, benecol and tea..looked at my face in the mirror and I could still play join the dots so put on some make up to cover the rash, stupid really as I'd be sweating it all off anyway..but who cares it made me feel better! wore a hat...
Arrived into the aquadome shitting myself to be brutally honest! will I be able for this?, am I ready?haven't a bloody clue but I'll try...
The group has gotten so much smaller...I was going to put my heart and soul into this run...if I didn't I'd give up..
Off we go...10 sharp...down the beloved canal...hate the canal..normally I'd count the potholes but today we were jumping over big puddles like happy kids on a day out...1 mile down woohoo...
cross over at the bridge...towards the barge..new part of the route was to carry on towards the cockleshells..rough terrain..pain in the arse to be honest wanted to save my legs...jumping up and down and worrying would I fall flat on my arse...I didn't...thank god..
Hit Blennerville Bridge...nose flapping..I was worrying all the way back the bank was my nose dribbling and I didn't want to stop to blow my nose incase I fell behind..loola.. but had a blow coming up Blennerville...felt so much better! nose, clear, breathing controlled, sweating, hat felt comfortable,felt good.....
Trotted along...Catriona offered me a drink..told her to feck off I need to focus..Marcus was pacing us all the way..hit Blennerville pitch...sun was out..hate heat...so I started to swelter..couldn't rub my forehead as I was worried I'd smudge the makeup off and knowing me I'd have a big streaky makeup line across my face like a pavee! found that road tough...long...
Kept the head down.... I so wanted to stop, even for 30 secs...but didn't...
Hit the bend at the equestrian sign, turned right towards Toonavane...how the f$¥k am I going to make it up the dreaded hill....focus focus focus...tried to console myself..."c'mon you mental head you can do it"...had a good chat with myself...if anyone heard the conversation going on in my head, I would definitely be admitted with the white coats...
Hit the start of Toonavane hill... C'mon scitzo u can do it...poor Marcus has to put up with a lot...pole to pole...woohoo...fine smell of manure to coax us on...was tired and the smile on my face was weaning v quickly...up...and up....and up...and up....and bloody up...hit the top woohoo! kiss my fat ass goodbye,we got there!
Break?...no bloody break! I was expecting a camp fire and some sandwiches for the journey home....nothing! Feck Marcus anyway! Torture...not really, if I stopped running I think Rigor Mortis would have set in...
Trotted down the hill... Loved it no pressure on the legs... Meet a lovely doggie outside a house... Beagle I think... I'd swear he was smiling at us, he looked happy to see us...i was smiling like a delirious nut head...
Marcus gets chatting...get talking about the group... he tells us look behind...I saw no-one..." yeah, they're all at home and not running anymore"... smartarse...but a true smartarse! We are without a doubt the luckiest group out there...for all those reading this who have given up...it was very easy for me to give up running, but I didn't...the Born To Run Group led my Marcus and the group are the reasons I didn't...from this smorning with people asking how I was and the closeness of the group,these are the reasons why I got through today...running is probably the hardest thing I've done...got through university, worked deliriously long hours, climbed carrountouhill ( that was a bitch!)got through the recession...But running has been the toughest...but most rewarding...
Retreated back home...2 miles to go...hit just before the canal... No drink left! was bloody parched...started to faulter...fell behind a little bit but I was nearly home...happy happy...delirious...walked for ten secs to blow the nose...stiff... oh god it was the longest ten minutes ever... The rest of the group were a bit ahead...kept plodding along... hit the Marina apartments and I see Marcus coming back for us...thank f$¥k am nearly home...losing the plot at that stage..told Marcus that " that was the longest fecking mile ever and I hate the fecking canal!"... he didnt take any notice of me...could u not blame him...
oh my god...
9.36 bloody miles I ran...am delighted...over the moon...went to the Grand Hotel for my lunch...starved..but when I went to get back up the legs just seized!
Didn't care, I've just ran 9.36 miles to be exact...
( apologies for long blog but I haven't blogged for nearly a week and a half!)
So off I trot...pleaded for an appt and it worked..went in , explained that I needed a quick fix with a tormented look on my face...coughed and splurted like a nuthead...told me I was too stubborn for my own good... I agreed...
So he put me on a nebuliser for 15 mins...never in my life have I had any breathing problems but this made me feel like ' puff the magic dragon'! had a plastic mask over my face and everytime I breathed steam comes out... Christ all I needed was the rocking chair and my dressing gown to fullfill the ould granny picture! But I felt so much better...armed with my prescription, i gleefully popped into the pharmacy for some proper drugs...woohoo am on the way to running my 9 miles! he asked me was I allergic to penicillin, me; not that I know of...on Thursday my face broke out like chicken pox! feck i was an absolute disgrace...if I drew lines linking every spot I could have played a game of join the dots!! It's bad when a patient asks me "am I feeling alright and you don't look too well"! Talk about ruining my day! Changed antibiotic and toes crossed its calmed down a good bit...
Join the dots will have to wait...
Marcus told me to come back running wed...he was 100% right that I wouldn't be ready till then..of course he was right as usual!
So didn't feel like it as I had been hibernating for the week and early bed nights made me even more tired but I had to go do I did...did 3 miles but stopped a couple of times...think mentally I was lazy..
How the hell am I going to do 9 miles on Saturday! fear, imaginary pains and mental despair set it...
Got back to my porridge breakfasts and benecol and in general proper food to build me up...drank plenty of fluid, peeing like a trooper I was going to be ready for Saturday if it kills me...
Friday night came...nervous...woke up at half three mid sleep dreaming of the route...shite..needed my sleep..took me ages to conk again...eyes rolling like a nuthead...
Got up Saturday morning...D-Day has arrived...my longest run ever...
Ate my lumpy porridge, benecol and tea..looked at my face in the mirror and I could still play join the dots so put on some make up to cover the rash, stupid really as I'd be sweating it all off anyway..but who cares it made me feel better! wore a hat...
Arrived into the aquadome shitting myself to be brutally honest! will I be able for this?, am I ready?haven't a bloody clue but I'll try...
The group has gotten so much smaller...I was going to put my heart and soul into this run...if I didn't I'd give up..
Off we go...10 sharp...down the beloved canal...hate the canal..normally I'd count the potholes but today we were jumping over big puddles like happy kids on a day out...1 mile down woohoo...
cross over at the bridge...towards the barge..new part of the route was to carry on towards the cockleshells..rough terrain..pain in the arse to be honest wanted to save my legs...jumping up and down and worrying would I fall flat on my arse...I didn't...thank god..
Hit Blennerville Bridge...nose flapping..I was worrying all the way back the bank was my nose dribbling and I didn't want to stop to blow my nose incase I fell behind..loola.. but had a blow coming up Blennerville...felt so much better! nose, clear, breathing controlled, sweating, hat felt comfortable,felt good.....
Trotted along...Catriona offered me a drink..told her to feck off I need to focus..Marcus was pacing us all the way..hit Blennerville pitch...sun was out..hate heat...so I started to swelter..couldn't rub my forehead as I was worried I'd smudge the makeup off and knowing me I'd have a big streaky makeup line across my face like a pavee! found that road tough...long...
Kept the head down.... I so wanted to stop, even for 30 secs...but didn't...
Hit the bend at the equestrian sign, turned right towards Toonavane...how the f$¥k am I going to make it up the dreaded hill....focus focus focus...tried to console myself..."c'mon you mental head you can do it"...had a good chat with myself...if anyone heard the conversation going on in my head, I would definitely be admitted with the white coats...
Hit the start of Toonavane hill... C'mon scitzo u can do it...poor Marcus has to put up with a lot...pole to pole...woohoo...fine smell of manure to coax us on...was tired and the smile on my face was weaning v quickly...up...and up....and up...and up....and bloody up...hit the top woohoo! kiss my fat ass goodbye,we got there!
Break?...no bloody break! I was expecting a camp fire and some sandwiches for the journey home....nothing! Feck Marcus anyway! Torture...not really, if I stopped running I think Rigor Mortis would have set in...
Trotted down the hill... Loved it no pressure on the legs... Meet a lovely doggie outside a house... Beagle I think... I'd swear he was smiling at us, he looked happy to see us...i was smiling like a delirious nut head...
Marcus gets chatting...get talking about the group... he tells us look behind...I saw no-one..." yeah, they're all at home and not running anymore"... smartarse...but a true smartarse! We are without a doubt the luckiest group out there...for all those reading this who have given up...it was very easy for me to give up running, but I didn't...the Born To Run Group led my Marcus and the group are the reasons I didn't...from this smorning with people asking how I was and the closeness of the group,these are the reasons why I got through today...running is probably the hardest thing I've done...got through university, worked deliriously long hours, climbed carrountouhill ( that was a bitch!)got through the recession...But running has been the toughest...but most rewarding...
Retreated back home...2 miles to go...hit just before the canal... No drink left! was bloody parched...started to faulter...fell behind a little bit but I was nearly home...happy happy...delirious...walked for ten secs to blow the nose...stiff... oh god it was the longest ten minutes ever... The rest of the group were a bit ahead...kept plodding along... hit the Marina apartments and I see Marcus coming back for us...thank f$¥k am nearly home...losing the plot at that stage..told Marcus that " that was the longest fecking mile ever and I hate the fecking canal!"... he didnt take any notice of me...could u not blame him...
oh my god...
9.36 bloody miles I ran...am delighted...over the moon...went to the Grand Hotel for my lunch...starved..but when I went to get back up the legs just seized!
Didn't care, I've just ran 9.36 miles to be exact...
( apologies for long blog but I haven't blogged for nearly a week and a half!)
Saturday, 11 February 2012
sat run 8 miles...might have to wait till next week
Friday came...the day before my long run...
Got up Friday morning, no work today woohoo! decided to eat my porridge as I hadn't eaten properly in 3 days.... didn't want to go back to bed as I'd already spent the previous day in bed so I decided to watch daytime tv... What a load of crap...mind boggling tv... I was already delirious from all the cold and flu tablets but watching jerry springer just tipped me over the edge...im not really a person for sitting down but what else could I do...then I watched Dr. Phil...then Sean The Sheep ( don't ask, it was quite deliriously funny...flu funny)...then another programme about doctors...at this stage I needed to be admitted to the psychiatric ward as I've never rolled my eyes so much and said ' what!' out loud...talking to myself at this stage was a bad sign so off I go into town to do my weekly shop...
Bad idea as I was parched and starved...was like a bunny rabbit with a trolley, my arms never got so much exercise, just fecked everything into the trolley...got a wave of tiredness and legged it home...tried to fight the tiredness but just conked...feck I've running tomorrow so it might do me good..got up at 7, ate a proper dinner and watched more tv...I hate being sick as I'm very bad at being sick...I constantly fight it and will only drop when physically I can't keep my eyes open...call it a stubborn streak or just mad cow disease....
Saturday morning..8 miles...woohoo...how bad can it be, did 7 last week so 1 more can't be that bad...
Got up at 7.30...ate my lumpy porridge...blew my nose a couple of times...surprised I didn't blow a blood vessel with all the blowing...drank 2 cups of tea...thoughts to myself ' must buck up if I'm going to run 8 miles'.....normally I get nervous before running but this time I didn't...
Roll on ten o clock... pulled into the aquadome car park..knocked back a gel for energy...mentally I was ready for it but the physical side was still deciding...missed 2 runs during the week and I had this notion that I would have to start from scratch...one minute walk one minute run ... that's if I missed the sat run so at this stage I had myself fully convinced that I could do it...loola...
Off we trot in swallow formation....head down..breathing was heavy...needed to blow my nose again but forgot my bloody tissues..plodded along...not my usual bouncy self...had new trainers on so it wasn't them...tried to focus but that mental trick wasn't working...got a mile down the canal,stopped to cross over the bridge....f$¥k felt dizzy... got going again and just knew that if I kept going I probably would be found in a ditch somewhere frothing at the mouth muttering ' have to do 8 miles,8 miles, 8 miles'.....
So I stopped....and at this stage I was so tormented cause I fought with myself all the way up the canal that I'll be fine...bottom lip gave way and the face went into bawling mode...nose dribbling...hiccups included....Catriona came up to me and rescued me with a tissue....thank god cause if anyone saw me they'd think what the hell!....the rest of the group carried on and I retreated to walk back to the car...the longest mile ever...I bawled again when I saw everyone's car in the car park...cause I should be out there running with the group-it's my bloody long run!
Just bawled all the way home....like a big baby....was delirious
my focus for the past few weeks has been toonavane hill and today was my day for getting up it...or so i thought...
The flu took a lot out of me and I chose to ignore it...I seriously did think that I could hurry up my flu by knocking back tablets galore but in actual fact it had to ride it own course...stupid really...
but wait for it....It gets better...
To cheer me up Catriona said she'll drive me up it just to get the feel for it in the afternoon...like a light bulb glowing over my head huh hmmm sher we could skip the 7 miles and just run up the hill...fantastic idea by moi! the nut-head....so off we go like fecking nutters.... armed with water belt to attack toonavane hill...we decide to park at the top and run down...and then run back up...2.4km up and down....
Mad I know but I needed a confidence boost... running up was tough and I only stopped once...I was so determined that hail rain or snow was I going up without a hitch...
And I did.... but skipped the 7 mile part....loola...had to get it out of my system...
what have I learnt? well flu pills don't bloody work and don't be so pig headed....oink...
P.S. and it hard to make me bawl...this running malarkey is taking over my life..in a good way...
Got up Friday morning, no work today woohoo! decided to eat my porridge as I hadn't eaten properly in 3 days.... didn't want to go back to bed as I'd already spent the previous day in bed so I decided to watch daytime tv... What a load of crap...mind boggling tv... I was already delirious from all the cold and flu tablets but watching jerry springer just tipped me over the edge...im not really a person for sitting down but what else could I do...then I watched Dr. Phil...then Sean The Sheep ( don't ask, it was quite deliriously funny...flu funny)...then another programme about doctors...at this stage I needed to be admitted to the psychiatric ward as I've never rolled my eyes so much and said ' what!' out loud...talking to myself at this stage was a bad sign so off I go into town to do my weekly shop...
Bad idea as I was parched and starved...was like a bunny rabbit with a trolley, my arms never got so much exercise, just fecked everything into the trolley...got a wave of tiredness and legged it home...tried to fight the tiredness but just conked...feck I've running tomorrow so it might do me good..got up at 7, ate a proper dinner and watched more tv...I hate being sick as I'm very bad at being sick...I constantly fight it and will only drop when physically I can't keep my eyes open...call it a stubborn streak or just mad cow disease....
Saturday morning..8 miles...woohoo...how bad can it be, did 7 last week so 1 more can't be that bad...
Got up at 7.30...ate my lumpy porridge...blew my nose a couple of times...surprised I didn't blow a blood vessel with all the blowing...drank 2 cups of tea...thoughts to myself ' must buck up if I'm going to run 8 miles'.....normally I get nervous before running but this time I didn't...
Roll on ten o clock... pulled into the aquadome car park..knocked back a gel for energy...mentally I was ready for it but the physical side was still deciding...missed 2 runs during the week and I had this notion that I would have to start from scratch...one minute walk one minute run ... that's if I missed the sat run so at this stage I had myself fully convinced that I could do it...loola...
Off we trot in swallow formation....head down..breathing was heavy...needed to blow my nose again but forgot my bloody tissues..plodded along...not my usual bouncy self...had new trainers on so it wasn't them...tried to focus but that mental trick wasn't working...got a mile down the canal,stopped to cross over the bridge....f$¥k felt dizzy... got going again and just knew that if I kept going I probably would be found in a ditch somewhere frothing at the mouth muttering ' have to do 8 miles,8 miles, 8 miles'.....
So I stopped....and at this stage I was so tormented cause I fought with myself all the way up the canal that I'll be fine...bottom lip gave way and the face went into bawling mode...nose dribbling...hiccups included....Catriona came up to me and rescued me with a tissue....thank god cause if anyone saw me they'd think what the hell!....the rest of the group carried on and I retreated to walk back to the car...the longest mile ever...I bawled again when I saw everyone's car in the car park...cause I should be out there running with the group-it's my bloody long run!
Just bawled all the way home....like a big baby....was delirious
my focus for the past few weeks has been toonavane hill and today was my day for getting up it...or so i thought...
The flu took a lot out of me and I chose to ignore it...I seriously did think that I could hurry up my flu by knocking back tablets galore but in actual fact it had to ride it own course...stupid really...
but wait for it....It gets better...
To cheer me up Catriona said she'll drive me up it just to get the feel for it in the afternoon...like a light bulb glowing over my head huh hmmm sher we could skip the 7 miles and just run up the hill...fantastic idea by moi! the nut-head....so off we go like fecking nutters.... armed with water belt to attack toonavane hill...we decide to park at the top and run down...and then run back up...2.4km up and down....
Mad I know but I needed a confidence boost... running up was tough and I only stopped once...I was so determined that hail rain or snow was I going up without a hitch...
And I did.... but skipped the 7 mile part....loola...had to get it out of my system...
what have I learnt? well flu pills don't bloody work and don't be so pig headed....oink...
P.S. and it hard to make me bawl...this running malarkey is taking over my life..in a good way...
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Have the flu...feel like crap...
Well, the aches and pains started in work yesterday....got up yesterday morning feeling a bit under the weather...knew something was up so I knocked back some Berrocca Boost...double dose...I thought to myself I can't afford to miss running or let the aches get one over me so I added some neurofen for good measure...roll on lunch time and I could barley swallow....what the hell I can't bloody miss running...decide to dose up again with Berrocca boost and more neurofen..I was desperate......toes crossed I prayed they would kick in...
Bob hope and no hope...a patient said to me I was very quiet...i could barely talk woman! normally I'd be chatting away but I could barely say hello not a mind have a full blown conversation...and I was trying to preserve my energy for the run that evening....
I was fighting with myself all day as to whether I was going running...I was a tormented ould soul....didn't want to miss running as I needed the mileage and I made the effort to eat my lumpy porridge in preparation...tried to swallow my sandwich...it was tough...and I love my food... still thinking il be grand for running...drank 4 cups of tea...normally I'd knock back 2 pints of water but just couldn't face it....I wanted my bed...tis rare I'm absent from clinic but my legs would have to be falling off for me to miss work...
Txt Marcus very disheartened...was a bit delirious at that stage...didn't want to give in....surprisingly enough it killed me to txt Marcus because I felt like a dosser...I haven't missed a day since November....very proud of that as the norm was to quit with every other exercise bout that I've had....
Retreated to my leaba all drugged up and very disheartened...remember I said i never miss work? Well I'm off for the next two days to recover...normally I'd go into work if I was sick...But this time i have to shake this flu off or ill lose the plot...sudafed,cold and flu pills and berrocca boost are my drug habits for the next 2 days...have to be ready for my 8 mile run and nothing is going to stop me...not even the big hill Marcus has planned.....
But at least Ive gotten my bloody flu out of the way before the marathon...:-(
Bob hope and no hope...a patient said to me I was very quiet...i could barely talk woman! normally I'd be chatting away but I could barely say hello not a mind have a full blown conversation...and I was trying to preserve my energy for the run that evening....
I was fighting with myself all day as to whether I was going running...I was a tormented ould soul....didn't want to miss running as I needed the mileage and I made the effort to eat my lumpy porridge in preparation...tried to swallow my sandwich...it was tough...and I love my food... still thinking il be grand for running...drank 4 cups of tea...normally I'd knock back 2 pints of water but just couldn't face it....I wanted my bed...tis rare I'm absent from clinic but my legs would have to be falling off for me to miss work...
Txt Marcus very disheartened...was a bit delirious at that stage...didn't want to give in....surprisingly enough it killed me to txt Marcus because I felt like a dosser...I haven't missed a day since November....very proud of that as the norm was to quit with every other exercise bout that I've had....
Retreated to my leaba all drugged up and very disheartened...remember I said i never miss work? Well I'm off for the next two days to recover...normally I'd go into work if I was sick...But this time i have to shake this flu off or ill lose the plot...sudafed,cold and flu pills and berrocca boost are my drug habits for the next 2 days...have to be ready for my 8 mile run and nothing is going to stop me...not even the big hill Marcus has planned.....
But at least Ive gotten my bloody flu out of the way before the marathon...:-(
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