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I ran!

Yes, that’s right, for the first time since The London Marathon I went out the door and just ran.

I was a bit cross I couldn’t make BMF this morning because of an appointment but told myself it was the perfect opportunity to get running again. I think I’ve maybe not really lost my running mojo but just got out of the habit of running and got lazy because it’s easier to roll along to BMF and not plan anything else.

I was free by 11 ish and almost managed to talk myself into waiting until later to run because it was hot. A glance at the weather forecast showed that it wouldn’t be much cooler until 7 or 8pm by which time I was in danger of wimping out. So I grabbed the letter that needed posting and kicked myself out the door.

To avoid running the same old routes I overdid during marathon training I pootled off to the nearest park and the nearest thing to a trail or a “hill” round here. Not because I was feeling hardcore or anything but for the benefit of some shade under the trees. (Plus it’s all good TR24 training!)

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It felt like hard going to start.  I’ve got far too used to short fast bursts with a little recovery in between so I stopped to take at least one photograph at the start. It got easier with time as my legs found their rhythm again and I forced myself around for a second small loop of the “hill”.  After 2 miles I was definitely feeling myself again as I made my way home. I enjoyed it too, apart from the heat and a nice blister forming where my sock had fallen down inside my right shoe!

Juneathon day 10.  A RUN!!!!!!

It wasn’t far, it wasn’t fast. I doubt it was pretty, but 3.2 miles run.

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Mondays

Thank goodness for routines that have me getting on my bike and going to BMF on Monday mornings before my brain registers too much and thinks a day off might be a good idea or I should maybe do some work or chores (which I never do when I miss exercise ) because once I decide I’m feeling sluggish I definitely am.

So I cycled and got rather warm, got to BMF where I got very warm and then sat in the sun with a coffee afterwards to recover before cycling home adding an errand along the way.  No aches and pains nor weary legs so not much to moan about other than the humidity.

Exercise done for the day

 

Juneathon day 9 (or is it 8 because I started a day late?)

1 hour BMF class (about 3 miles running) plus 5 miles cycling.

 


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Fell off the wagon

Yes I went to BMF everyday for 5 days as planned last week (and cycled there and back!) But no I didn’t blog every day.

My aching arms (and legs) got used to the extra exercises (many tricep dips and squats) and by the end of 5 days I was quite enjoying it. But it did take up a lot of time and left me a little knackered! So the blogging suffered.

Thursday’s BMF class, my second at the new Ravenscourt Park venue, was fun.  We had the distraction of three French women who turned up for a free trial.  Complete with video camera which they tried to use while participating!  Our instructor was the picture of patience and ended up filming everyone to try and get them to co-operate.  It all certainly made the rest of us work hard.  I really can’t not sprint my hardest to get back first when two people are walking and taking a massive short cut!  Thank you Ladies, we did think you were rather rude half participating and then giving up but you did get the best out of the rest of us!

At least it was sunny after Tuesday’s wash out.  I am finding the novelty of BMF in a new environment and in a smaller group very motivating.  I plan to go there regularly, although Hyde Park will always be my home!  Adding the extra sessions last week was exhausting but they made quite a difference in my quest to lose a bit of fat.  I’ve obviously been ticking along on a plateau so adding 2 more sessions have given me the training boost I needed to make a real difference.   I might not continue to make 5 classes a week but will certainly try and make at least 4 if I can pre holiday.

Friday I was back at Hyde Park for my 5th BMF of the week and  a well-earned coffee in the sunshine afterwards.  Saturday although a rest day (nothing logged) I did run several errands (of under a mile) on my bike and hoovered the stairs which is as good a work out as many!

Today I went out on my own for a fantastc sunny  Sunday ride in London.  It was very busy with lots going on and roads closed around Buckingham Palace.  A wonderful hour out pottering on my bike, dodging tourists and realising what a wonderful city I live in.

Juneathon week 1.

5, 1 hour BMF classes, (about 15 miles running) and  37 miles cycled.

Plan for week 2 … More of the same plus I will go out for a proper RUN!

 

 

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Ouch!

I’m so glad I ‘only’ committed to go to BMF classes 5 days in a row and not something daft like the whole of Juneathon!

I woke up his morning with rather achy shoulders and upper arms.  Bits of my legs were feeling a bit sorry for themselves too.  Yesterday I was fine, as I  normally am after BMF, unless I’ve had a week off, it was a particularly hard class or if (more rarely) I really pushed myself. Going on alternate days appears to work, allowing my poor body to recover but two days in a row and I was feeling it.  But I said I’d go to 5 this week so I topped myself up with coffee, had a chunk of flapjack for good measure and wound myself up for some more.

Why was it that all the exercises this morning worked the already poor old achy bits?  If I do any more tricep dips or press ups I will be unable to lift a cup of tea by Friday!

However I survived, (even enjoyed it in the end). I didn’t get rained on, and cleverly managed to wear the correct gear for the weather. I even managed to set a couple of PBs over segments of my cycle commute! Anybody else getting addicted to Strava segments?

 

Day three. (Juneathon day 4).

Another 1 hour BMF class and 5 and a bit more miles cycling.

Variety (exercise and blogging) coming soon, promise.

 

 


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For someone who’s ‘not running’

I’ve done rather a lot of sprint intervals and best effort laps over the past few days!

This is a good thing because it’s giving me a taste for running fast again and has got me wondering if I’m getting back on form and should get out and test myself over a parkrun. Mojo is on it’s way back!

I was ‘wiser’ today after overheating yesterday. Today I left in shorts and vest! Thank goodness I didn’t ditch the waterproof because as I cycled down the road it started to rain. It rained all the way to BMF, through most of the class and all the way home. Oh well maybe I’ll get it right tomorrow.

I needn’t have worried about a new BMF location because out of the 9 of us who turned out in the rain for the third class at Ravenscourt Park I knew 4 others from Hyde Park. I also didn’t have to worry about the smaller park either. There weren’t big distances to cover but we explored the whole park which kept it interesting and we found plenty of room for sprints and circular paths for best effort laps. Plus all the usual press ups, dips, squats and lunges, of course

Day two. (Juneathon day 3)
1 hour BMF class (3 miles run) plus just under 5 miles cycling (multi-tasked with a shower on way home)

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“If it’s not raining it’s not training”
(Photo from BMF Ravenscourt Park Facebook page)

 


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Pontefract parkrun

On our journey up North last weekend we stopped overnight on Friday at Pontefract Travelodge which is less than 10 minutes by car from Pontefract parkrun. This was not a coincidence but the result of this comment on my blog…

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I’d got back to parkrun in Juneathon and Abradypus had sown the seed so it had to be a full house. I started researching parkruns and travelodges close to the M1/A1 on our route north.

The nice thing about parkruns is once you’ve done a couple you get to know the routine and the same format everywhere is reassuring whatever venue you go to. Once I was there it was easy to follow the stream of runners to the start and the sight of the parkrun banners, the finish pen and fluorescent jackets of marshalls make you feel at ease and before you know it you’re standing in a huddle with other runners exchanging parkrun chat.

The course is at Pontefract racecourse. I learned that the term flat racing describes the lack of jumps and not a lack of gradient changes. However the ups and downs were gradual so it was far from hilly. The course starts with a lap of the boating lake before running a lap of the race course on a path (tarmac and hard trail) on the inside of the rail followed by a quick second lap of the lake in the other direction.

A good course which I liked. Even with 140 plus runners it wasn’t busy apart from the very start. It was interesting, green and attractive even though so close to the motorway. The out stretch round the race course was fast and gently down hill and the return stretch a little slower as the course gradually climbed up toward the lake. At least that was flat for a nice quick finish.

I had a great run, a new attractive venue did wonders for my Mojo. I now understand what motivates people to get to parkrun week after week and some people travelling all over to different venues. I think I could get to quite like parkrun tourism. Bug caught!

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Juneathon day 29. 5th of 5 Juneathon parkruns.

3.13 miles in 24.19 mins, parkrun PB.


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Pre run fuelling with egg custard tarts

Is not recommended. (Or maybe it was excess red wine from the night before?)

Warning… This blog post will probably contain ‘too much information’.

We were up in Northumberland this weekend for a party. At some point over countless glasses of champagne the conversation turned to running. Like why we stopped overnight on the drive up at Pontefract. To parkrun of course! (parkrun blog for Juneathon day 29 to follow, I’m behind due to lack of internet access in the far NE of England, and spending 7 hours of Sunday driving home again.)

I was asked what time I run 5K in and at some stage before the red wine started flowing I had ‘agreed’ to go for a Sunday morning run (my time must have been acceptable for me to be invited). I carried on and enjoyed the evening and plenty more red wine and dancing in stupid heels until after 1 am.

Next thing I know it’s 7.30am and OH has brought me a cup of tea and a large glass of water. He seemed rather too keen for me to make the 9am run. Next time he wants to engage the competitive nature of friends he can go and run with a hangover himself!!

Anyway, I said I would be there so I had to get up and go. I felt fine after plenty of fluids and looked around for something to eat for a little light fuel for my run. We were staying in a cottage in the hotel grounds and had bought food for the boys’ DVD night so I went in search of leftovers. In the absence of bread, malt loaf or bananas I hovered down an egg custard tart (pretty much all there was) with some more water and hoped for the best.

We were joined by another party guest and set off on a square loop on quiet country roads. Mr Competitive was true to type and set off expecting us to follow on. I hung back a little as I could hear the other guy was already breathing hard and for the first mile we ran three abreast with a little conversation. We turned onto a larger road where there was some traffic so started running in single file. At this point the pace increased and I kept the distance behind Mr Competitive consistent ony easing off for an uphill climb and a steep downhill.

After a couple of miles the other guy had dropped further behind me. I sympathised because I was also beginning to feel the effects of the wine. We were running along a straight road with fields either side and I started to get those tell-tale stomach pains and I hoped I was going to make it back to the Hotel. At what stage do you know a running companion well enough to say you’re going to nip over the hedge for a quick “Paula”?!

I toughed it out and continued at reasonable pace making it back to the hotel not too far behind Mr Competitive with my dignity intact and after brief post run pleasantries returned to our cottage and managed to get younger son out of the shower and only bathroom just in time.

Juneathon day 30. 3.18 miles.

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