It is a week since I last blogged but then again, it was also a week between runs. Yes, last night found me pounding the streets for another 16 miler. It hurt but it wasn't as bad as the week before. I can still walk downstairs. It is also lovely confidence booster. Yes, I can run for ages and ages and not die kind of boost. Especially after my poor show on running this week. On Monday I had a day off due to being tired from the weekend (or rather a series of weekends) and running on your day off is just wrong. Tuesday I had an unexpected drink with a friend before they went back off to the other side of the world for at leasst 6 months and wednsday I had PMT which made me go to sleep. As PMT always does to me.
Nothing amusing happened on last night run. Nothing unusual or interesting. It was in fact very boring but to talk about and at the time. Next week I plan to do an 18 miler. That will really hurt too. Still, soon all this fun and games will be over. Now why haven't I lost as much weight as last time I ran a marathon. Hummmm.
Friday, 19 October 2007
Thursday, 18 October 2007
siggggh
Well another week with not much running, which is bad news for those of us that wrote a blog about weeing themselves because there has been nothing to push it down the page.
It’s the Maidstone Half Marathon on Sunday. Everyone is dropping out except me and the legend that is Hannah Evans. A very petite, perfect blonde who can do 8 minute miles. This means that I shall be lumbering along looking like a sort of asthmatic acromeglic by comparison. Ah well.
No running tonight as I’m going out, but I plan to do 10 tomorrow. It’s probably not a good thing that my commitment is waning so close to race day. Yikes.
It’s the Maidstone Half Marathon on Sunday. Everyone is dropping out except me and the legend that is Hannah Evans. A very petite, perfect blonde who can do 8 minute miles. This means that I shall be lumbering along looking like a sort of asthmatic acromeglic by comparison. Ah well.
No running tonight as I’m going out, but I plan to do 10 tomorrow. It’s probably not a good thing that my commitment is waning so close to race day. Yikes.
Friday, 12 October 2007
I RAN A HALF MARATHON AND WET MYSELF
Hello.
Last night Sarah and I went running together. I had to keep asking her to slow down cause I couldn’t keep up with her! She also did about 3 miles more than me. Someone who has been out on the lash for the past 3 nights was outstripping me by miles. Why oh why must I be so rubbish? I blame my parents. I think I might have some sort of congenital shitness.
While out pounding, we came upon a weird shrine somewhere in Dulwich Village. Or at least I saw it, and made Sarah go back to look at it. It was REALLY creepy, behind some railings and set in dense vegetation. It was lit by red Christmassy lights and full of pictures and statues of the Virgin Mary. We looked at it for a few seconds but it freaked us out so much we had to run away. I think it was the fastest bit of running we did all night. You will also be pleased to know that comedic license was not sacrificed, and we ran away with arms outstretched in the style of Scooby Doo cast members running away from a g-g-g-ghost!
Seriously though it was creepy. It was interesting enough for me to want to go and find it and take a photo of it, but scary enough to make sure I don’t go on my own!
So, that was fairly early on in the run but by this time I had already started to need a wee. In a previous blog I claimed that in the event of nuclear strike on London, only my sports bra would survive. I’d like to update that. Only my sports bra and my pelvic floor muscles would survive. How many people can hold a full bladder for 2 hours whilst RUNNING? And I nearly made it home too! However on the last stretch I tripped over a paving slab and nearly fell over. I had to do that staggery recovery, and while I was wind milling frantically, my bladder control lapsed and a wee was born. Naturally the first thing I did was say to Sarah “a bit of wee came out!” But I was damning my wee with faint praise because it was actually quite a lot of wee and I had to run home with wet pants!
Friction burns were kept to a minimum as I covered myself in band-aids to prevent the appearance of one who has had a chemical peel when I take me bra off. However I do have a blister the size of a ten pence piece on my foot. And a wee in my running trousers.
Last night Sarah and I went running together. I had to keep asking her to slow down cause I couldn’t keep up with her! She also did about 3 miles more than me. Someone who has been out on the lash for the past 3 nights was outstripping me by miles. Why oh why must I be so rubbish? I blame my parents. I think I might have some sort of congenital shitness.
While out pounding, we came upon a weird shrine somewhere in Dulwich Village. Or at least I saw it, and made Sarah go back to look at it. It was REALLY creepy, behind some railings and set in dense vegetation. It was lit by red Christmassy lights and full of pictures and statues of the Virgin Mary. We looked at it for a few seconds but it freaked us out so much we had to run away. I think it was the fastest bit of running we did all night. You will also be pleased to know that comedic license was not sacrificed, and we ran away with arms outstretched in the style of Scooby Doo cast members running away from a g-g-g-ghost!
Seriously though it was creepy. It was interesting enough for me to want to go and find it and take a photo of it, but scary enough to make sure I don’t go on my own!
So, that was fairly early on in the run but by this time I had already started to need a wee. In a previous blog I claimed that in the event of nuclear strike on London, only my sports bra would survive. I’d like to update that. Only my sports bra and my pelvic floor muscles would survive. How many people can hold a full bladder for 2 hours whilst RUNNING? And I nearly made it home too! However on the last stretch I tripped over a paving slab and nearly fell over. I had to do that staggery recovery, and while I was wind milling frantically, my bladder control lapsed and a wee was born. Naturally the first thing I did was say to Sarah “a bit of wee came out!” But I was damning my wee with faint praise because it was actually quite a lot of wee and I had to run home with wet pants!
Friction burns were kept to a minimum as I covered myself in band-aids to prevent the appearance of one who has had a chemical peel when I take me bra off. However I do have a blister the size of a ten pence piece on my foot. And a wee in my running trousers.
Friday and Sarah is glad
I have noticed that I have been a bit whiney of late. I shall try and be happier today. I am in fact happy. Happy but in pain. Yesterday I ran a colossal 16.16 miles. Yes, that's right 16.16 miles. That is only 9.44 miles short of a whole marathon. I feel better for not having trained in a week now. Admittedly my legs are not very happy and while I solved one friction burn through surgical tape and cotton wool, my body got its revenge with some others. The best two are just below my bottom cheeks. My jeans are rubbing them nicely as I walk so I am walking in the manner that Tina Turner dances. There are some fun ones in my right armpit area too. That meant this mornings deodorant application was followed by a war dance but silently, so as not to wake Jon.
I am still very tired but had to get up early this morning to pack as I'm off for the weekend. I would have done it last night but on return from my run I had trouble moving from the sofa of joy and comfort where I was happily watching A Knights Tale. Good film. I recommend it. No training until Sunday for me now. Yippee
I am still very tired but had to get up early this morning to pack as I'm off for the weekend. I would have done it last night but on return from my run I had trouble moving from the sofa of joy and comfort where I was happily watching A Knights Tale. Good film. I recommend it. No training until Sunday for me now. Yippee
Thursday, 11 October 2007
On not wanting to run tonight
Cherry says
Well there has been some slackness on the running front. Sarah has been going out every night like the Bobby Razzler she is and I have just not been running. This means it’s going to be a long one tonight, which we are all delighted about. Some viscous lies about running 14 miles tonight have been put out into the Cosmos, but we shall have to wait and see. Bah.
Sarah says
I haven't run in a week. I am supposed to go out and do a long one tonight but there is the chance for shopping to add to the torment. I will be good and will go home and run but I am knackered. So knackered I could probably cry very easily at someone if they just said the wrong thing in that totally unreasonable girl way. 14 miles, here I come. Yayyyy (that was a very sarcastic yay in my head). Maybe it is time for a snooze in the first aid room. No one will notice.
Well there has been some slackness on the running front. Sarah has been going out every night like the Bobby Razzler she is and I have just not been running. This means it’s going to be a long one tonight, which we are all delighted about. Some viscous lies about running 14 miles tonight have been put out into the Cosmos, but we shall have to wait and see. Bah.
Sarah says
I haven't run in a week. I am supposed to go out and do a long one tonight but there is the chance for shopping to add to the torment. I will be good and will go home and run but I am knackered. So knackered I could probably cry very easily at someone if they just said the wrong thing in that totally unreasonable girl way. 14 miles, here I come. Yayyyy (that was a very sarcastic yay in my head). Maybe it is time for a snooze in the first aid room. No one will notice.
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
Bad girls
Well Sarah and I didn't run last night. We went to the pub and got hammered instead. Ha!
I even had a kebab.
My excuse is I am waiting for my blisters to mend...
I even had a kebab.
My excuse is I am waiting for my blisters to mend...
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
ouch
OK here is the thing. I am in denial. I am so far in denial I practically have my own pyramid.
I am never going to survive this marathon. Last night was 14 miles. I managed about 12 miles, whereupon I had to stop because I could see the light and various relatives who had passed on.
26 miles! How the chuff am I ever going to manage that? Seriously it is beyond the powers of any normal human.
I am never going to survive this marathon. Last night was 14 miles. I managed about 12 miles, whereupon I had to stop because I could see the light and various relatives who had passed on.
26 miles! How the chuff am I ever going to manage that? Seriously it is beyond the powers of any normal human.
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