I've been miserable for most of March, from sulking on Twitter, to just slumping about the house, moaning, in general. I've ran 5 times in the whole of March, which I'm sure you agree, is a bit pants.
The saddest thing being that if I had ran more, I'd probably been much happier, or a least not got on the nerves of those around me as much, as it's harder to Twitter or sulk at others when you're out the house, running by yourself.
Unfortunately I'm not 12 any more & no one is going to force me to do any exercise, or run the Great Manchester Run or the Run Liverpool Marathon for me. So I'm using the change of the months to force myself to change my head & get out more.
So that's where Active April comes in. I lovedliked completed #Janathon this year & so I'm going to make April something, not quite as hardcore, but similar for myself.
I'm not 100% certain on how I'm going to judge myself or the requirements, I think my partner would have a nervous breakdown if I told him I'm going to run every day again, but I have 2 days to work them out ( and I'm open for suggestions)
I've declared to my family I'm running this evening, so he won't get lost in ASDA and arrive home late, so I should have time to work it all out.
Tonight I FORCED myself to run. I stumbled around for 30 min, and ended up walking, like a sulking school girl for the last 8 min, making it even longer until I got back into the warm.
I don't know what it is, I just can't seem to enjoy my running, or switch off my head & let my feet do their thing.
I wonder if theres anything out there about Zen running?
This was the view @ 3:30pm today, and it was freezing. I knew it would be, my other half had announced that he'd be putting the heating back on constant for the next few days. (His bat sense must have been tingling, or he'd had a look at a weather forecast.) This sort of weather does not bode well for Janathon. I hate the cold as it is, I seem to have cold blood & am possibly related to a reptile... (Long live the 5th Column?) I shouldn't be running in the winter, I should wrapped up in the warm with coffee & cake, watching bad sci - fi & knitting cozy socks.
But I wrapped my daughter up & put the baby in his snow suit and headed out for a walk, as being cooped up in the house all day means she literally jumps off the walls/couch/stairs/bed/me/baby. 3.5 miles later she was miffed, but knackered. (is that mean?) We did make a brief detour into a supermarket, where I was pleased/disappointed that my daughter choose strawberries as a treat instead of chocolate. We also stopped to take a frosty picture of Ivy leaves. She wasn't impressed by this either, and demanded that we hurry up. The baby just slept for 90 minutes. And lost a glove.
So with 7pm looming and the knowledge that I hadn't actually RAN for this Janathon effort, I suited up for the cold.
560m around the block, in 5:54, slowing down as the foot path was slippy in places!
It's not quite at the begining of #Janathon & it's not quite the end.
Todays "Run" had more walk than run, was a bit of a let down, but then today has been a bit naff too. I'm not going to mope on the interwebs, I'm just going to swear I'll get up & run in daylight....
but as I type this I get a nosie from my iPhone, & it's a #Janathoner, cheering me on for my run...
it was @carlatutte THANKYOU!
So that was the 1st Seven Days of Janathon! Phew, my shins have begun & ended their protests about it. Hopefully that's the most I'll have to put up with. (Please no one say "famous last words")
I have a game to play today. Spot the Difference;
Aside from my in ability to crop them to reasonably the same size, and that one is of my feet stood up & one of my feet sitting down, can you spot the difference between my new trainers?
Yes the bloody English crappy weather has made my feet all soggy, and made my beautiful white trainers all black & mushy. *SULK* Well, what should I have expected? Really, this is England, in January.
It was a cold wet run & more like one of those assault courses where you have to put your foot in each tyre as you run through them, trying to avoid the deep cold puddles & the sadistic drivers trying to soak me. This must be a good form for me as I ran my quickest mile.
And through the magic of technology I can share the "Attaboy" (yes that really is what Nike call these audio clips) BTW - they don't start talking until 3 or 4 seconds in...
(yes yes I wrote Paul instead of Paula, my fingers were cold!)
oh & while were at it this is the Crazy Loud American shouting FIYA!
So whilst out allegedly running, I was got to wondering who to blame for this soggy situation, and I gave this thought my full undivided attention, missed the turn back home & it was a full 3 minutes before I properly looked around and realised my error.
Using this extra time to curse & swear I remembered the Tweet that started this horrible chain of events for me...
Yeah, back in November it might have seemed great, but with all this extra weight & cold & wet & snow, I'm not inclined to agree with my former self or this Tweet.
So here's the last bit of embedding into this blog, and another Nike ad that I like..
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I hope this blog post makes sence, but I've just eaten a whole packet of Oreos, and fear I may be entering some kind of sugar coma.
Total Miles at End of Week One
PS - Mr Virtual Runner, Thanks, honestly, I'd not have started this and once I've warmed up & dried out I'm certain I'll love Janathon again.
PPS - Cathy, extra thanks for doing this for us. Love you!
It's honestly more like 300m... stop... wheeze... stagger about a bit... walk... wheeze... give up... stumble home. Seriously I should never have gone out.
But I did, mostly because I was about to pull out my own hair. Honestly how hard can it be to teach your daughter how to use the toilet?! It's becoming a war of attrition, who can last longer, her refusal to do it & my refusal to let her be lazy & have bloody pull up nappies.*
So I went out, with a completely blocked up nose, and a cough, ran & stumbled about & then came home and finaly stopped wheezing about 9pm. Stupid me.
* there's no health issue here. I hate the nappies, please don't worry about my little girl, she fine!
Yup, that was a difficult * ahem * run. And yes I was beeped by a mystery person in a little 2 seater Audi, yet no one has owned up to the beeping! I like the suggetion that perhaps I pulled whilst out running, I'm a hot (& sweatty) mamma!
I took a different route & just aimed to beat my last trip out, and I just happened to do that just before the rain poured down! Phew
If ever there was a day that I'd want to have gone running, today was it.
Lots of bad & crummy things happened today & I just had to waddle through it all... and try to smile, else I'd just have sat down & cry! Don't misunderstand me, nothing that went wrong today was life threatening or TEOTWAWKI type stuff.
but it was topped by visiting the park with my daughter & feeling all miserable that there were at least 5 runners, on my route!
There is nothing more than I would have liked than to have put on the shoes & shorts & just blanked everything else out, apart from "Left foot Right foot."
I'm just winging & venting, it's too hot, I've had a crappy day & I'm too exhausted to do anything! Hugs Please!
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