Thursday, 25 February 2010

Oops


Swallowed my mouthwash this morning. The stuff in my mouth, not the whole bottle or anything. Ack. I could feel something going wrong as I gargled, but it was a bit slow-mo. I was thinking ‘stop it throat, please’ but gulp, it was gone.

Brain not really engaged. I didn’t get to bed til almost midnight last night and then up at 5. First I snoozed the alarm, then I re-set it completely thinking I really couldn’t be bothered to run, then I thought about the fact that Darren’s series of alarms that start going off about 1 hour and 15 minutes before he actually wants to get up, would be kicking in shortly anyway, so I was unlikely to get any more sleep. So I got up, swallowed my mouthwash and went.

It was a bit rubbish, indigestion-y and not very far at 4.12 miles, but better than nothing and it means I can get home and watch Paul Blart Mall-Cop tonight, before anyone can come home and look at me disapprovingly :p

Had a really lovely time last night. Really enjoyed it, though we were late as Darren was held up at work. I hate people being late and it vexes me beyond words when I end up being late myself through no fault of my own. So I didn’t get time to really think about what I wanted to eat (and the menu is HUGE) and ended up on the safe side with chicken satay and a green curry with sticky rice. Absolutely delish.

It was a fun evening. A couple of the people who were out are running VLM this year. And as much as I tried to keep my head down, someone asked me about my marathons and I had to talk about them.

I feel a bit sick. Stupid Dentyl. Stupid special offer. This would never have happened with Listerine.

I shall start diluting with tea forthwith.

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

Slow in some snow


This morning, 5.2 miles in ferg, slersh and sner. And drizzle.

It was ok, took it easy. Job's a good'n. Listened to The Streets this morning. I'd love to go see them again.

I have decided that the perfect way to have a day off work, would be for your alarm to go off at the usual time, you get the 'errr nerr' feeling, then your phone rings and you are told you are having a duvet day. That is the only point in the day that you would really, truly appreciate it. Once you're up and out it's ok. If you plan it, it's not the same. It's nice, but you already know you don't have to get up. You need to really get the most out of it, you know?

Going out tonight. This pleases me in some respects - it's my friends birthday, we're eating and I like food, it's in Chapel Allerton so I don't have to go far...It also displeases me - it's Wednesday night and I don't really like some of the people who will be there. I really love some of them, but some are really not my kind of people. Lots of sqealing and campness and in your face OTT-ness.

I know I'm like the boy who cried wolf when it comes to races and how I think I will do but I'm kind of looking forward to Snake Lane in that I don't stand a chance of a pb. It will be a good training run. Genuinely. I'm not up to giving it full welly.

My 2 weeks of being good are paying off. I had lost 4lbs last week and I feel even better this week, although I'm not doing a weigh until the beginning of next week. It can really creep up on you, and whilst I wasn't unable to get in my clothes or anything, I didn't feel good. Now I feel better, more comfortable and running feels better that-wise.

Please can it be spring now please thanks?

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Too cold


Can't type.

Ran 8.20 miles this morning. I've scratched the idea of a long run this week. It just isn't going to happen when I get in from work this week and I can't be getting up any earlier than I already do. Will race 10 miles at the weekend, then see about fitting a long run in the following week. I'm going to be properly hanging on in the latter stages of the Kilomathon anyway. One more long run isn't going to change that, really

Ahhh...tea.

I know we must have had colder weather than this, but I can honestly say it was almost unbearable this morning. My hands were just killing through my gloves and I still can't feel my face. Although I can see that it is, erm, glowing. Maybe I shouldn't have facially scrubbed my face with a facial scrub in the shower.

Meh. CBA. Too cold. Bye.

Monday, 22 February 2010


I wasn’t expecting that.

The snow. I got up yesterday, all prepared to do my 15 miles, put the kettle on, look out the window and it’s a blizzard. Now, I genuinely don’t believe I was looking for a way out of doing the run, but running for ages in snow, with it all going in my eyes and whatnot? No thanks.

Meh.

See this is what I hate about training ‘for’ an event. It was a fairly last minute decision to enter the Kilomathon, leaving me having to cram in a few longer runs. I’ve a race on Sunday now, and one the Sunday after, then the Kilomathon is the week after.

Now I’m all in a dither about stuff and I HATE that. I could go tonight or tomorrow night. I’ll see how I feel.

So, after I’d not got straight out on my run yesterday, there wasn’t really an option to go later as we were going out for lunch. After we got home I was doing my own and Darren’s head in about it, so I went out and did 7 miles at about 5pm. It was ok, but got a bit headachey last night and it’s lingering a bit this morning. A bit out of sorts.

Aaaanyway, another super speedy weekend. Had a lovely evening with the laydeez on Friday. J Did a comedy Fall Asleep when I got home though. I must have been in all of ten minutes when I sat down on the sofa and practically nodded off before my bum hit the seat.

Got up Saturday and just went out for 4 miles, then watched Saturday Kitchen whilst Darren went out on his bike. It was a gorgeous day on Saturday. Why did I not do my long run? Whyeeee? Then we went off to get the pictures from Frame Man. I’m pleased with them.

Went to the LGI to visit Carlo who was readmitted on Friday, as he has a haematoma (I think?). That was grim. I felt ill myself when I left. I hate it there.

That’s about it really. I could ramble on a bit more but I don’t think any of us wants that.

Friday, 19 February 2010

Early Finish


Friday. Isn't it.

Didn't run last night. It was so cold and rainy I just didn't want to. This cold is really getting into my bones, I'm sure of it. My hands actually hurt with it, even with gloves on, once I get to the car I really don't want to put my hands in my bag to find my keys because everything hurts. That's not normal, is it?

I was stopped and asked had I voted yet in the Student Union elections and would I please vote for Dan. HA! Hahahahahahahahahaha! I look young! Or it may just be that I had my woolly hat on and looked like a twat.

Went into town yesterday lunch time, to get a birthday present for my friend. Came back with a new top, a skirt and some trousers, plus a Julien McDonald candle for Kate, which I think I'm going to keep. Oh well

Do NOT understand the attractiion of that skating rink in minellium square. Honestly. Loads of parents in the queue , their eyes screaming 'halp me'.

If you're in Leeds, and I realise the vast majority of you aren't, go have a look at the pictures there, specifically the great grey owl one It's wicked.

Masterchef:

2x 'change life' statements and a 'cooking doesn't get tougher than this' within the first 30 seconds.
Jonty Rhodes has lost weight.
Blubbing blonde bint. Meh.
Yiwen. Had anyone asked him if he wanted to be called Ewan?
Beef wellington. lol.
Massive Cous Cous Mountain. Ack.

Yay for it being back though

Ran 8 miles this morning. It was a bit bloody slippy though, unrunabubble in some places. I wore my Marathoners today. They are not good on ice. Some roads looked great, like there were millions of tiny diamonds in front of me. Then my eyes started trying to look at all of them at once and I was nearly sick.

I LOVE early Finish Friday. Today, I'm going to lounge about before getting ready a little later on to meet my homeslices, NSC and Chromebone. We will be eating a Gourmet Burger in a Kitchen. This has been planned for weeks and is not a hastily convened coven

This weekend, I will be collecting my framed pictures, dishing out orders for where they will be hanged, running at least a 15 miler, seeing friends and family in general. My friend is having the first of her birthday do's tonight and I suppose I could turn up later on, but everyone will be mashed by then and I'm going on the second of her do's next week. I think I'll go home and watch Mastercrafts

Have a magic weekend, you smashers

Thursday, 18 February 2010

One of those phases


Just tired. I hate whining about being tired, there’s plenty of time for just nodding off whenever I feel like it when I’m old. And I will. In my dinner, in front of the telly...

I’m sure I get enough sleep. I just sometimes go through a patch of a few days when I feel like I’m carrying an invisible duvet around with me. Today’s switching off of the alarm didn’t seem to involve any conscious decision making. Running was never on the menu really. Got up at half six (half six!!), shower etc. and out by 7:05. No tea til 8am.Very traumatic *shudder*

So, despite a lie in, an invigorating shower, a 10 minute walk from the car and 2 cups of tea, I don’t feel any more awake or up for the day than I did earlier.

Unusual injury: Trapped my finger in a coathanger. One of those wooden ones, but the wooden ones that have TEETH. It actually really hurts, like I’ve slammed my finger in a car door or something.

Stole some Tesco clubcard voucher rewards things from Darren. £12, thought I’d get some petrol. They exclude Esso fuel though. Do they have garages where they sell Tesco fuel then? Had to fucking well pay for it myself. Not impressed :p

I appear to have a few races coming up.

I’m smiling now. I’ll start getting imaginary colds and broken bones nearer the day.

1st up is Snake Lane 10 on 28th Feb (thanks Toolilac!), short notice, not much time to stress over it, not setting my heart on a PB, it’s just training. Mantra.

Had an iced finger last night. They are not cake, nor biscuit, nor anything else. Strangely nice and comforting though.

I might run tonight. I might not. Whatev.

Wednesday, 17 February 2010

Puddsicle


Proper struggle to get up today. I always feel pleased with myself when I manage to get up on days like this. It’s a real battle. Re-set the alarm for another half hour, which passed in 2 seconds.

Turtley foggy and freezing. The weirdest thing happened. At about 4 miles into the run, I put my hand up to my head and could feel ice in my hair. It was like icy beads and I felt like some fairytale ice maiden or something. In reality, I expect it was more Tramp with Matted Hair. How cool is that though? Nothing like that has happened before and I had to run up all the stairs to show Darren before my head melted. He was impressed.

I had properly red, round cheeks too Like Aunt Sally.

Did 5 miles, slow. Which was more than I had intended, so it will do.

Ran past a cosmetic surgery place where it said something like ‘..so there’s no need to go south’.

3 pancakes for dinner last night, with lemon and sugar. That was it. Well, I had eaten a giant bag of Revels earlier :-/ I never used to have such a sweet toot.

Had a close encounter with a blackbird. They are just not bothered and they can’t be arsed flying half the time. Creepy. Especially in the ferg.

Facebook is scaring me with its adverts. ‘Are you 35 in Leeds want some Uggboots and a Blackberry, you ginger haired runner?’

Srsly.