Friday, 17 August 2007
Hip hip hooray it is Friday
It is an angel, is it the pearly gates? No, it's Sarah. I have been so good this week I actually hate myself. I have only had one pint and 2 glasses of wine since Saturday night and I have run the correct distances on the correct days. I have not stuffed my face. To be honest, I feel like an empty hollow shell of a person. This isn't me. I am not virtuous. I am evil. I tempt people into the pub. I force wine down their throats. What has gone wrong? I am broken....sob. For once, however, I am not broke at the end of the week as I haven't flipping done anything.
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
Cherry is like a rainbow, wrapped around a sunbeam, wrapped around a skeleton.
3 miles last night. A walk in the park. Or at least a run in one.
Today should be a rest day but I’m running because I slacked off on Monday. Bring it on I say.
In other news, this morning it was raining and sunning at the same time in Croydon, and a rainbow arced across the sky. It was as though God Himself was beaming down on the town. Then he looked a little closer and the smile started to slip a bit. Then turned to a look of horror, followed closely by disgust. Then he slowly backed away, and then ran. I suppose being omnipotent means you have to spend a certain amount of time in Croydon. That’s certainly what I’m doing here.
Why are my blogs hardly ever about running these days/
Today should be a rest day but I’m running because I slacked off on Monday. Bring it on I say.
In other news, this morning it was raining and sunning at the same time in Croydon, and a rainbow arced across the sky. It was as though God Himself was beaming down on the town. Then he looked a little closer and the smile started to slip a bit. Then turned to a look of horror, followed closely by disgust. Then he slowly backed away, and then ran. I suppose being omnipotent means you have to spend a certain amount of time in Croydon. That’s certainly what I’m doing here.
Why are my blogs hardly ever about running these days/
Wednesday..... Stay on target, stay on target
Hello, my name is Sarah and I haven't had a drink in three days... Well not a real drink.. It was only a glass of wine! Half way through the week and I am feeling virtuous as I have only had a glass of wine since Saturday and I have kept to the training schedule. I think I have scared myself into realising that I have actually got to be sensible and that I am running a marathon in just under four months. (I originally put "in just over three months" but that too frightening and I had to change it).
Yesterday was a tiddling three miler. Which would have been fine apart from two points. 1. Training in the rain for the first time and 2. My shorts got wet and that made them ride up my thighs and involved me doing most of 2 and half miles in a strange crab shape run with one leg permanently going out sideways to stop the damn things chafing. The rest was spent running like a wild west cowboy in a showdown, legs striding as far apart as possible. All of which looked good. I was a drowned rat with odd muscles hurting when I got in.
Yesterday was a tiddling three miler. Which would have been fine apart from two points. 1. Training in the rain for the first time and 2. My shorts got wet and that made them ride up my thighs and involved me doing most of 2 and half miles in a strange crab shape run with one leg permanently going out sideways to stop the damn things chafing. The rest was spent running like a wild west cowboy in a showdown, legs striding as far apart as possible. All of which looked good. I was a drowned rat with odd muscles hurting when I got in.
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
Sarah's Monday
Tuesday and its raining.
Yesterday was 5 miles and it wasn't too bad. Admittedly getting myself out the front door to start running was a challenge but one I managed with the help of a packet of maltesers. The run wasn't too bad and for the first time I thought I might be able to further than five miles. Especially if the 6 miles didn't involve going up that great big flipping hill. You see, my route runs round the bottom of a little park and up the other side, then, I go up the north face of Everest complete with grappling hooks and crampons. To top it off I run down the other side and return back over the crest on my way back. I think it is time to find another route.
Overall, I have run 50 miles now! That is miles and miles and miles. It is half way to Poole from London.
Yesterday was 5 miles and it wasn't too bad. Admittedly getting myself out the front door to start running was a challenge but one I managed with the help of a packet of maltesers. The run wasn't too bad and for the first time I thought I might be able to further than five miles. Especially if the 6 miles didn't involve going up that great big flipping hill. You see, my route runs round the bottom of a little park and up the other side, then, I go up the north face of Everest complete with grappling hooks and crampons. To top it off I run down the other side and return back over the crest on my way back. I think it is time to find another route.
Overall, I have run 50 miles now! That is miles and miles and miles. It is half way to Poole from London.
Monday, 13 August 2007
Monday and the hell of a return to work
Ok, like the massive slacker I am (thanks for pointing that out Cherry) I did have last week off when I lounged round in my pants not doing much. I did do some runs but then slept the pain off. Now, I have officially entered the Singapore marathon and after a blinding night on Saturday (not blinding because it was such an amazingly good night but blinding as I drank far too much alcohol and couldn't see anymore) I am not drinking this week. I plan to decrease my alcohol intake until it would mean not lying to the doctor. (Come on, who tells their doctor the truth about how much they drink?). There are five miles with my name on them out there and tonight I shall not curse, not complain but silently power my way through them. Well, I will whimper my way round but that is better than my temper tantrums of the past.
Not feeling much inspiration for trying to be funny at the moment as I am too dispirited by return to work.
Not feeling much inspiration for trying to be funny at the moment as I am too dispirited by return to work.
Thursday, 9 August 2007
Ouch.
Last night I went running with Charlotte. For those that don’t know, Charlotte is a friend of ours who isn’t running the marathon with us because 1) She’s much better at running than us and would make us look bad and 2) She’s getting married very soon so doesn’t have the time or holiday allowance to swan off to Singapore. She is also able to run and talk at the same time, I don’t know how, I think she must have an extra lung, or a system of air sacs or something.
Anyway I ran with her and she nearly killed me. Although this is good because it meant I pushed myself harder than usual, but bad because lowering myself on and off chairs causes screaming of the muscles. So today is an unscheduled rest day.
Things were also greatly improved by my new titanium and polyester mix sports bra, which keeps the twins in check and doesn’t give me a friction burn. If there were to be a nuclear assault on London, you can rest assured that my bra would survive it. I think it is also stab-proof which will be handy when the longer runs come in and I have to start running through Peckham.
Anyway I ran with her and she nearly killed me. Although this is good because it meant I pushed myself harder than usual, but bad because lowering myself on and off chairs causes screaming of the muscles. So today is an unscheduled rest day.
Things were also greatly improved by my new titanium and polyester mix sports bra, which keeps the twins in check and doesn’t give me a friction burn. If there were to be a nuclear assault on London, you can rest assured that my bra would survive it. I think it is also stab-proof which will be handy when the longer runs come in and I have to start running through Peckham.
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