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In which I take up running....yes, really
May. 5th, 2018 06:38 pmI've had this account for years and use it mostly for commenting. Maybe I should actually write about some stuff. I do a lot of blogging elsewhere so I think this should maybe be more about everyday life rather than politics.
If you don't know me, I should explain that I'm a mum to an 18 year old son with Asperger's Syndrome who is the bravest person I know, a servant to a very beautiful Springer Spaniel called Hazel, a Doctor Who fan with a special interest in 4, 7, 10, 12 and 13 and a Lib Dem who has devoted more time and energy than could ever be considered healthy to the party over the last few decades.
Those are some of the things I might write about here. Gin might be another. I do love the stuff. I'm not quite as well-versed as my friend who has an actual spreadsheet with the 70 odd gins he owns with the appropriate tonic and garnish for each one.
I'm sure even the kindest of my friends would agree that there is a hint of weird eccentricity about me. Well I've embarked on what has to be my craziest venture yet. I've been threatening to do Couch to 5k for a while and now that Spring has sprung, I'm at the end of my excuses for avoiding it.
So, I bought a little thing to put my phone in and some very pretty running shoes and set off, listening to the podcast. I like the way it's all set out for you, with music and everything. And I suppose I can actually get the appeal of running, enjoying outside with the wind in your hair.
I felt that for about the first 30 seconds of the first run.
Then it started to feel a bit more like work. However, I managed, to my great surprise, to get through 8 lots of 60 seconds running and 90 seconds brisk walking. I have to say that Jacob Rees-Mogg would have disapproved of my last run - which was really a Run In Name Only.
I've never run for 8 minutes in my life before. Running has been reserved for when I fear the ice cream van is about to head off, or my to the second time management to get to the train has proved a bit suspect.
I sweated real sweat so I feel like I have actually done some exercise. I expected them to ease you in a bit more gently, I have to say. These were four year old after a day on the e-numbers steps, not baby steps as far as I'm concerned.
So I have to do it all again on Monday. I'm not going to put myself any pressure to do it at all or to do it within the 9 weeks - I can see myself repeating weeks to make it a bit more comfortable. I'd like to get to the end of the Summer a bit fitter and to lose some of the weight I've piled on since Christmas.
I have to justify the investment in the running shoes - although they are worth it for prettiness alone.
If you don't know me, I should explain that I'm a mum to an 18 year old son with Asperger's Syndrome who is the bravest person I know, a servant to a very beautiful Springer Spaniel called Hazel, a Doctor Who fan with a special interest in 4, 7, 10, 12 and 13 and a Lib Dem who has devoted more time and energy than could ever be considered healthy to the party over the last few decades.
Those are some of the things I might write about here. Gin might be another. I do love the stuff. I'm not quite as well-versed as my friend who has an actual spreadsheet with the 70 odd gins he owns with the appropriate tonic and garnish for each one.
I'm sure even the kindest of my friends would agree that there is a hint of weird eccentricity about me. Well I've embarked on what has to be my craziest venture yet. I've been threatening to do Couch to 5k for a while and now that Spring has sprung, I'm at the end of my excuses for avoiding it.
So, I bought a little thing to put my phone in and some very pretty running shoes and set off, listening to the podcast. I like the way it's all set out for you, with music and everything. And I suppose I can actually get the appeal of running, enjoying outside with the wind in your hair.
I felt that for about the first 30 seconds of the first run.
Then it started to feel a bit more like work. However, I managed, to my great surprise, to get through 8 lots of 60 seconds running and 90 seconds brisk walking. I have to say that Jacob Rees-Mogg would have disapproved of my last run - which was really a Run In Name Only.
I've never run for 8 minutes in my life before. Running has been reserved for when I fear the ice cream van is about to head off, or my to the second time management to get to the train has proved a bit suspect.
I sweated real sweat so I feel like I have actually done some exercise. I expected them to ease you in a bit more gently, I have to say. These were four year old after a day on the e-numbers steps, not baby steps as far as I'm concerned.
So I have to do it all again on Monday. I'm not going to put myself any pressure to do it at all or to do it within the 9 weeks - I can see myself repeating weeks to make it a bit more comfortable. I'd like to get to the end of the Summer a bit fitter and to lose some of the weight I've piled on since Christmas.
I have to justify the investment in the running shoes - although they are worth it for prettiness alone.
