At the start of the month, I was feeling optimistic which soon turned to frustration. My good intentions were thwarted by my husband being busy at work, me being busy at work, teething related tiredness and some sadistic little illness that was like being whacked on the head with a sledgehammer for several days.
Optomism is back. I've finally cracked the stalemate that's dragged on for 7 weeks by going for a 25 minute run last night. I wanted it to be a comfortable run, and I did well considering the long break and the fact that I'd already tried to break myself at circuits 13 hours earlier.
It was rather enjoyable with the air having been freshened by a major thunderstorm a few hours earlier. Fortunately the flash floods had drained away, and the manholes ceased to bubble water from underneath. It was humid, but pleasant, although I returned home looking like I'd been caught in a downpour. I saw some distant flashes just as I returned home, but they didn't amount to much.
Today's aches and pains have originated from circuits and been focused on my upper body rather than from the run which is promising. Although it was far too long without a run, there had been some good workouts in there between circuits, buggy babes (usually carrying a 3 year old) and the hill walking.
Typically I manage to connect back up with my mojo days before going on holiday to interrupt the flow, but school holidays mean the prognosis is good after that... hmm... we'll see... October isn't so comfortably distant...
Sunday 20 July 2014
Tuesday 1 July 2014
A little bit different to the intended plan
So this time last month, I was about to do the fun run, run the whole 8+ miles then get talked into a half marathon in October while on a post run high.
I think it's obvious how things have gone since then...
The first week off was planned as rest. Fair enough. Then OFSTED came to work, followed in close succession by Brownie Pack Holiday. A friend's big birthday celebrations and general busyness and upheaval at work have meant that running has been off the agenda. Oh, and at the end of the list, husband has hit a flurry of working away which keeps me in. So June saw very little running. The only action my running shoes have seen has been a fitness test which compared to 2 years ago when I was at my between babies high, I thrashed. Which was nice.
The good news is that while my running shoes have been gathering dust, my walking shoes have been gaining the dust of dry mud. Husband is in last minute training mode for the Three Peaks Challenge at the end of the month, so as a family, we've been weighting ourselves up with small children and doing evening walks in the hills. Pre children, this was a regular pastime. Pregnancy, bad weather and my joint problems last year meant that it's been a long time since we did this. The 1 year old is happy to jiggle up and down on our backs, and the 3 year old loves heading into the mountains like on Fireman Sam. Last night he packed a tool box of emergency supplies including a toy rescue helicopter! Sometimes he has a go at joining in which gives me an optimistic glow of family hikes in a few years.
Hopefully this weekend, I can get back onto my usual pattern of fitness class. Ive already decided that my first run will be a C25k track as I find them motivating and attainable. The challenge is to fit it in around life...
I think it's obvious how things have gone since then...
The first week off was planned as rest. Fair enough. Then OFSTED came to work, followed in close succession by Brownie Pack Holiday. A friend's big birthday celebrations and general busyness and upheaval at work have meant that running has been off the agenda. Oh, and at the end of the list, husband has hit a flurry of working away which keeps me in. So June saw very little running. The only action my running shoes have seen has been a fitness test which compared to 2 years ago when I was at my between babies high, I thrashed. Which was nice.
The good news is that while my running shoes have been gathering dust, my walking shoes have been gaining the dust of dry mud. Husband is in last minute training mode for the Three Peaks Challenge at the end of the month, so as a family, we've been weighting ourselves up with small children and doing evening walks in the hills. Pre children, this was a regular pastime. Pregnancy, bad weather and my joint problems last year meant that it's been a long time since we did this. The 1 year old is happy to jiggle up and down on our backs, and the 3 year old loves heading into the mountains like on Fireman Sam. Last night he packed a tool box of emergency supplies including a toy rescue helicopter! Sometimes he has a go at joining in which gives me an optimistic glow of family hikes in a few years.
Hopefully this weekend, I can get back onto my usual pattern of fitness class. Ive already decided that my first run will be a C25k track as I find them motivating and attainable. The challenge is to fit it in around life...
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