“Does running late
count as exercise?”
It was a good week as weeks go. The weather has been fabulous but you can
almost be guaranteed that is going to happen when the schools are back. So I’ve been making the most of it. I managed five runs this week. Whoo hoo! Although, I was a bit bold with one of them. It
involved running into town, 5.4k, to meet Mister Husband and The Screechers who
gave me a twenty minute head start. Our rendezvous
point was in the café where we have our regular Saturday and sometimes Sunday
morning breakfasts. On Sunday, I had a
blueberry muffin (with cream) and a cappuccino to wash it down with. See?
Bold. Well, it was going to be my one and lonely treat for that
day. It was too; I was very, very good
indeed. In keeping with my eureka
moment of last week where I realised you can’t eat it (chocolate) if it’s not
there, I had another one this week. I’m
on a roll it seems. This week I realised
that you blame someone or something else for not getting the job done when
really, underneath it all, it’s just a handy way out for yourself. These are who I tend to blame when I don’t
get out for a run, in other words when I talk myself out of it. I have
blamed Mister Husband when he came home later than expected. The weather gets it in the neck too. It’s either too hot or too raining. I can be too tired on occasion. That’s always a good one. Once I even blamed the radio – nothing decent
to listen to. Here, Missus, get over
it. You’ve got no-one to blame but yourself. In the event of Mister Husband coming home
late, as was the case a couple of nights this week, so what? It was only 7 or 8pm. The kids are usually/supposed to be in bed by
8pm on school night anyway. At the very
least they will definitely be washed and in their jammies, ready to go. The crazy, I walk like I’m drunk toddler, is
definitely in bed and asleep. It is
still only very early September and not dark till 9pm. Stick on your high viz there, and get your
arse in gear!! End of! The weather:
last Wednesday night, the night before school started up after the
summer holidays, was a rainy evening.
Mister Husband also happened to be late home and I was stressed to the
max. I was in a right fouler and needed
to do something to work it off. So I got
up, went out and I got lashed on for twenty minutes. I should have brought the shampoo. And I loved every second of it. I love
running in the rain. Love it! I still felt very stressed on finishing mind,
but very happy that I had completed my run.
However, I do not enjoy running in the heat. Not one little bit. I suspected a while back and it is fast
proving to be the case, that I am an Autumn/Winter runner and not a
Spring/Summer one. The strive towards
10k began and ended last April but I can see it starting up again. One of my favourite and used very often excuses
is I’m Too Tired: I tried that one this week too. And I was
tired. I had to go to bed at 9pm the
night before. It is week one of back to
school routines and they are taking their toll.
But I went. Again it was 8pm. I like to be home by that time usually but I
knew if I didn’t go I would regret it. You
never regret the runs you do; only the runs you don’t. So true.
And again I loved it. After the two long runs at the weekend and three
short ones during the week, I could tell the difference. I’ve stopped timing myself as I haven’t
figured out how to do it on my fancy schmancy new phone. Never ever give
up. Certainly not on a bad day. And the blaming the radio thing? Again just a big fat excuse in disguise. I killed my old phone by sticking it down my
front and drowning it in sweat. There
was green fizz coming out the back of it.
This is how I know my sweat (which is really fat crying) killed it. I had to run radio-less until I got a new
phone and again this was not a problem.
Just me and the sound of my heavy breathing (wheezing) and the thump
thump of my feet. So I’ve met all of my excuses head on and blasted them
away. Just like that. I have none left now. There is nothing stopping me. Except one thing. The winter.
It just won’t be possible to get out of an evening and run in the winter
due to the darkness falling at 4pm. The
road I trek is a very busy main one and it is dark. There are no lights except those on all the
vehicles that travel on it. I fear the
road in winter. I fear that road in
winter. It’s just not sensible to be on
it in the dark so the running will definitely be taking a back seat during the
winter months, save for the weekends.
August 2012 - eleven
stone three and a half
30th August - eleven
stone and half a pound.
September 6th
- ten stone eleven and a quarter
pounds!!! (Sharing is caring is working is deadly altogether) Also running your arse off during the week
doesn’t hurt either!! But, I feel I must
point out something. As previously
mentioned, it was week one of back to school.
It was hectic. That is worth
repeating. It was hectic. Stress making. One day it was 12.20pm and my stomach folded
over. I realised I hadn’t eaten anything
all morning. Meals were hit and miss
for me this week. I was taking them to
school, there was a Montessori run after that on Thursday and Friday
morning. Back to collect from that at
11.30 to be in time for Big School pick up at midday. Only one more week of this thank Jeebus. Then back in for a 2.30pm pick up. It’s 4pm before I know it and I’m still chasing
my tail. My point is, like the first week I started, I
lost a lot and next week it will all slow down again. Not my preferred way to go but such is the
way of the school timetable and the workings of my body!
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