To fartlek or not to fartlek? ~TJ103

Yay it’s the weekend, I have my walking group, and normal domestic stuff but otherwise I have quite a few hours that are purely mine. I have little spare cash, (like most people at the moment), so pleasures have to be simple and cheap – great for the soul!

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So it will be running somewhere. I live in Wales so there is a tendency for lots of hills and rain! I may drive to the coast tomorrow and run on the beach in sand – have not done that since I was a child, that sounds very good. Will all depend on how today goes, half parkrun after walking group is favourite.

Tomorrow a nice long fartlek session on the beach sounds great – update tomorrow when I have released my soul to do it’s thing.

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New Parkrun PB ~TJ101

New PB 49:21

I have come back to this now after some time has passed. When I got the result I was initially pleased that I had a sub 50 minute time, but then I got very upset that my techie stuff said my time was 47:18 for 3.17 miles, parkrun course was 3.33 miles not a huge amount further but enough to add on 2 minutes.

I initially wrote a post that was angry it depressed me writing it. So I deleted it.

I am still not happy that the course is so much longer than the 5k but the number is still lower than last time and I am comparing like with like so there is improvement – just not as much as I wanted!

Five miles ~TJ93

I was under strict orders today – no running – at least until I had walked the parkrun 5k, no sprinting, jogging or any form of movement except walking. After the walk I could fartlek away to my heart’s content.

I started a lot later than intended due to a family issue, (Mum’s taxi was required!), the day turned very hot – not my favourite, the last time I did this walk in the heat I got ill. So off I went walking at a steady pace that I felt I could do for the entire 5k. While walking along, bored out of my mind, I thought I know I’ll do 10k instead, then the thought occurred why not do 10 miles? The most I have walked (recorded) was 8.4 miles when my eldest was home from uni and he walked with me to my mothers and back, I stopped loads of times and it took hours (over three).

So I spent a while doing the mental arithmetic, twice round is about 5k (3.14 miles) in fact this route is a deal longer than that at 3.44 miles. so four times round would be 10k at least and 6.88 miles, another twice round would get me to 10.32 miles and a couple of new PB’s. I was going steady, feeling Ok, legs were sore from strength training the night before.

Twice round in a slow time of about an hour, conserving strength to go round another four times, mental maths telling myself I was a third of the way through and after one circuit more I would be halfway, two more and I would be 2/3rds of the way, then I lost the math with five out of six and decided it was just as easy to tell myself only one to go!

Then the oedema struck! My hands started to swell, my fingers were tight, a sign (to me) that my blood pressure was dropping, it was very hot (again for me) I had stupidly not brought a hat or the cool band that I had bought after the last disaster. I felt fine, but that can change very quickly when pressure continues to drop. I drank loads of water. I wear a bladder pack now whenever I do more than a 5k. I could not get blood pressure up with fluids so I had to stop, the car was parked at the end of lap three so instead of going round again I went back to the car. 😦

Will try again soon, as they say you get good runs/walks and bad ones, roll on chilly days I say.

 

Parkrun 3 ~TJ90

Well an out and out disaster, got up really early, got ready, got all my stuff together and then got stuck behind the slowest driver in the world and was two minutes late  – time therefore was rubbish! It was coldish, foggy and damp. I was going to bale out half way round but decided against that.

As usual I was all alone with the back runner and we chatted as we trotted along and then it was over before I realised.

But on the plus side, I then did a mile and a quarter walk with my group. Afterwards I was going to walk slowly round the course and mark the hills on my phone with the digifit lap counter. So two leaders and two walkers decided to join me.

All told I have walked or run over 6 miles today am tired, had no money with me so no breakfast 😦

 

 

Temper tantrum ~TJ85

I admit it – I had a major tantrum this morning. Every day since starting this lifestyle change with Steve I have got up, had a wee and waited for……… no delicate way to put it lol – waste disposal!

After this I strip off and weigh and measure, this is usually an exciting process because mostly the weight is down or stable and the fat mass is down and muscle mass up – as a general trend – not every single day.

This morning, after a great run yesterday, which was followed by a mile and a quarter walk with a walking group, (links below) I did the usual. To my absolute and abject horror I had gained nearly 2 kilos – almost 4 pounds. I went from 0 – ballistic in nanoseconds, there were tears, much foul language and general noise and ranting. I sent poor Steve an e-mail full of depression, anger and hurt.

Some while later I realised that it was the repair crews and nanobots in to fix my muscles after all the damage I did yesterday – whoops. I got an e-mail from Steve telling me so at about the same time that I realised. By this time I had skipped breakfast and lunch in an attempt to fast for 24 hours to shift the weight or water or whatever evil thing had invaded my body.

All this of course relates beautifully to the chimp thing.

When Steve first started to explain the mechanics of diet, exercise, nutrition and brain to me, he told me about the reptilian instinctive brain that controls all the basic stuff and is about survival. I knew of this from before but now for some reason it resonated and I found Lizzie – my inner lizard. She and I chat sometimes about how I want it to be! Well chat is maybe not the right word, it’s more me telling her to do stuff to help me. Sounds daft, but when I am running and I can’t get my breath or the burning starts in the legs I tell her I have to run or we will not survive (then I make up some rubbish about being chased by something), maybe it is the simple act of NOT thinking about the issue that stops it becoming a problem. I don’t care what it is but it works for me.

So, after Lizzie was ‘born’, further explanations followed about how the body tears muscle when exercising and then it all gets repaired, and it is better and stronger after the repairs. Being me I imagined nanobots and lizards doing the work and that is what Steve and I now call it 🙂

I went so far as to have a drawing of calf muscle repairs done to illustrate to Steve what I felt was happening – how I perceived his scientific explanation. I like it as just a picture but it is very symbolic of my journey. I had it done on five squids (link below) by a very talented man called Pixomanic.

How I imagine my muscles being repaired

How I imagine my muscles being repaired