Bah and also Humbug

Well, I know someone who didn’t run last night.

What shall we talk about instead?

Lasty's last stand

Hello,

Well Creaky is off in the wilds of Devon for the week. I’m sure she won’t mind me telling you that she turns 30 on Saturday. I’m sure she also won’t mind me saying that that makes her the oldest person in the entire universe, where as I at 29, am a vision of youthful nubility by comparison. There is light reaching us from the Andromeda Galaxy that isn’t as old as her.

Still on with the point. Running is boring the arse off me. There are still months and months of it to go and my schedule is looking at me with its eyebrows raised and suggesting I do 8 miles tonight. Here is the rub though:

I. Cannot. Be. Bothered.

Still, I suppose I don’t have much of a choice if I don’t want to die in Singapore.

In other news, Sarah did her Monkey run at the weekend, I couldn’t attend cause I was wildly hungover because a Monkey tipped a load of gin down my throat the night before.

Still onwards and upwards. Or at least not any more backwards and downwards. Siiggh

The Day After the Run

I hurt today. As Lasty mentioned, we ran a long long way yesterday. I did 12.5 and thought about pushing on to the half marathon point but just couldn't face running passed the bottom of my road and away from warmth, water and feeling in my legs. Today I have 4 friction burns. The shorts burn is a new one. Rubbed me raw straight across my back. Makes sitting down a joy. Thankfully my shoulder injury was fine. A little stiff today but the pain in my knees is drowning that out. My legs don't bend today. Me knees pop when I walk up and down stairs. I think this is a punishment for laughing at Charlotte when she ran a half marathon competitively and couldn't move the next day when we saw her in the pub.

In other news, me and Lasty have entered a half marathon at the end of October. This is to make sure that we are still training and focussed. And can run 13 miles.

My brother has suggested training in cling film to get used to the humidity in Singapore. Maybe I will!

Experiencing pain on a par with the 6th level of hell.

Greetings,

Yesterday Sarah – sorry, Creaky and I went out on a long long run. I think I covered about 11 miles in total before having to call it a night when one of my hips went a bit dodgy. Today everything hurts like hell. How can this running lark be good for you, I never felt this bad in the morning after a night on the vino! I’m starting to feel genuinely terrified that I might not make it round the course. 11 miles nearly killed me and that’s not even half!

In other news, can anyone who is out on the pavement in the evenings kindly get the hell out of the way. Once you’ve covered about 7 miles it is really hard to start and stop because your legs are working independently of your brain. So for information:
- You don’t need to take up the whole pavement with your arms and legs swinging about willy nilly. Pick a side of the pavement and stick to it or I will run you over.
- If you see me approaching at a run, get out of the way. Don’t stand there dithering or ignoring me or BY GOD I WILL RUN YOU OVER.

So there we go, and today’s post includes a lovely picture of me and Sarah.

More on the Walky debate

Right. Walky is a rubbish nickname. When we discussing our cool new nicknames I way preferred to be known as Creaky. Creaky is great. It suggests the way I move at the moment perfectly. It also describes how I feel after I have finished running. But no, Lasty tries to make me be called Walky. I sound just enough like a Chuck Norris character to feel uncomfortable and slightly soiled (like Lasty's pants when I have finished kicking her arse).
A Vote Creaky for Creaky is a vote for inflexible people everywhere.....
(Like anyone else cares.)

Walky or Creaky

Apparently Sarah doesn't want to be called Walky, she wants to be called Creaky instead.

Sounds like I should try and get the poll feature on this site working... it will be like naming a Blue Peter pet (except we wont fix the results)!

Lasty x

Cool nicknames

It’s not been a great week for marathon training it has to be said. Sarah has done her shoulder in and has been off school, and I hurt my back, had a sore throat, PMT and an incident on Sunday involving me, some gravity and a large hole in the ground.

But still, we are going to attempt to run tonight. I’ve decided to give us cool, tough, marathon nicknames to inspire us towards greatness. Gone are Sarah and Cherry, and here are Walky and Lasty.

Genius eh?

Lasty x