1 Dec 2012_Praiano, Amalfi Coast
This morning a group of us celebrated an awesome milestone – Ewen has run every day for 365 days without a break. Streaker extraordinaire! It all began a little over 12 months ago when I was just starting to get back into running after having a long time off with a torn hamstring. The US Runners World had started a running streak challenge between Thanksgiving and Christmas and I decided that it sounded like a fun thing to do. And then I decided I would keep on running into the new year. Ewen had decided to join in given that he can’t resist a challenge and for a while so did Speedy Geoff and Janene. However, for various reasons (injury, illness) our respective running streaks came to an end – except for Ewen! And he’s still going! Today he ran 15km and then we celebrated the achievement with bubbly, cheesecake and strawberries. Followed by coffee and perusing Avon catalogues! It was a great morning.
Well done Ewen…..but we are still waiting for the actual..ahem…”running streak”!
Meanwhile I did a hills session on the bike this morning – 7 x 2 min hill repeats. I’m starting with a modest hill and will progress from there! Even so, the first repeat had me wondering whether I’d even get to 5 repeats, let alone 7! Fortunately I did improve with each one.
Tomorrow: the plan is to swim in the morning (2km) and then run later in the day. Lets hope it’s not too hot.
“Challenges make life interesting, however, overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.” ~ Mark Twain
I woke during the night feeling like I’d swallowed razors – a whole packet of them. Not only that but every part of me ached, I was burning up but at the same time feeling really cold. Uh oh……not good. Actually I’ve been dodging the dreaded lurgy all week – Mr N came down with it last weekend and then half of my section at work has succumbed over the week. I thought I was doing ok but yesterday afternoon I was starting to feel very ordinary and then by last night I was feeling like crap.
Today is the perfect day for staying in bed as it is freakin cold outside. I did venture out, rugged up, to finish the food shopping this morning. This afternoon has been spent snuggled up in bed reading trashy magazines or sleeping. Even when I’m sick I need to be doing something and so this afternoon I made pumpkin soup, using our own home-grown butternut pumpkins. To me, this is comfort food at its best and perfect for this wintry weather. And it’s really simple to make – saute an onion until soft, add some red curry paste and ginger and quickly saute, followed by the diced pumpkin, chicken stock and water. I also added some crushed garlic. Then bring to the boil, simmer for 15-20mins and then blend until smooth. I also added a small can of coconut milk.
So dinner tonight was a bowl of pumpkin soup with a toasted muffin topped with some avocado and ricotta cheese. The soup was silky smooth and creamy. I’m in heaven
And in case you were wondering, no, I didn’t run today so that means my running streak has come to an end. So all in all, it lasted 178 days. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. That’s not to say that I won’t start again once I’ve recovered but in the meantime, my first priority is to get better.
The rain has returned. While today started with so much promise of being a lovely day, it wasn’t long before the clouds rolled in and the rain soon followed. Its been drizzling ever since.
It was back to the gym this morning for another weights session. The DOMS is not as bad today so maybe the epsom salts baths, etc helped. A short run to follow and that was my exercise done for the day.
This afternoon our work team was presented with awards certificates that were announced by the Secretary a couple of months ago. Better late than never
So a dull, dreary day – nothing remarkable to report.
Tomorrow – a 1km swim before breakfast with the birthday girl and her hubby. Can’t wait
My friend DOMS has paid a visit. I knew I was going to be sore today, I just didn’t anticipate how much. I knew as soon as I moved this morning, after the alarm went off, that not only did I have muscles but each and every one of them was hurting. All those microscopic muscle tears were making their presence felt. However I had a run to do and not even DOMS was going to stop me so it was a case of get up, get dressed and start running. Thankfully it is still very dark at 5.45am so as I hobbled off down the road there was no-one to witness the strange sight! However, the longer I moved the better I began to feel and so I eventually eased into a decent running pace and style. 8km later and I was feeling so much better.
However, that was short-lived as once I was at work and sitting at my desk, the soreness returned. Every time I got out of my chair to go to the printer, to see someone, or get a coffee, I was reminded of the fact. And tonight, the soreness has increased, if that’s at all possible. I’m not sure what’s worse – getting up out of a chair, or sitting down again! An epsom salts bath, nurofen plus a touch of deep heat, and hopefully I will feel a lot better tomorrow. Because……..its my next gym session for the week! It will be a case of here we go again! I think DOMS might hang around for a bit
Its been too long since I’ve been in the gym. Way too long since I’ve done any weight training. Work got in the way (story of my life this year). But this morning I returned – 11 weeks later (wow, I can’t believe its been that long). It was good to be back, doing reps and sets, a mix of free weights and pin loaded machines. Returning to the squat rack, reacquainting myself with the leg press, becoming familiar with barbell chest presses again. Yep, its been way too long.
And I also know that come tomorrow I am going to be feeling very sore! My friends DOMS will be making a house call, of that I can be sure
A short run today – day 175.
It was back to the pool early this morning for another swim session. And I am happy to report that today’s swim was a vast improvement on last week’s swim, ie I didn’t feel as though I was going to die mid-lap or sink like a stone. I made sure I was waiting at the fitness centre’s doors before they opened this morning so that I could head straight to the seating, dump my bag, get my gear off (in a manner of speaking), grab my goggles and swim cap and grab a lane before the hordes swarmed in.
The biggest problem I have while swimming (apart from minor technicalities such as staying afloat, remembering to breathe, etc) is remembering how many laps I’ve swum. I’ve tried all sorts of ways of trying to remember but mid-session my mind starts to wander and before I know it I’m thinking, was that lap 5 or 6, no I’m sure I’ve done 4 so that must’ve been lap 5, but then again it might’ve been lap 6, or maybe I’m actually up to lap 7. I’ve swum laps where with almost every stroke I repeat the lap number; other times when I’ve visualised the lap number; still other times when I relate laps to triathlon distances I’ve done in past events eg 200m Joyathon, 300m Sunsmart, 400m Women’s and Girls’, etc, etc. The point of all this is that I lost track of the number of laps I had swum in the main set this morning. I checked my time and decided to do another 100m for good measure. So in all likelihood I probably swam an extra 100m than I needed to!
I even managed to get away from my desk at lunchtime for a 6km run. Surprisingly I felt fine after yesterday’s half marathon, in fact, I had forgotten that I had done one. There was no soreness, tiredness or any signs of stiffness in the legs – so I can’t complain. And it was a pleasant 6km in sunshine.
The only dampener today was that I withdrew from my study course – the demands of work made study virtually impossible and only contributed to stress levels. So I’m sad that such a decision needed to be taken but sometimes life sucks
It was a perfect morning weather-wise for the half marathon. Chilly without being frosty and with no wind. There was also signs that the sun would make an appearance once the early morning cloud had disappeared. So not a lot to complain about really. After meeting up with Ruth and Mr B and standing in queue for the obligatory half-dozen visits to the toilet (ok I am exaggerating…slightly), it was time to strip off the many layers and stand in the starting area. However I did not part with my running jacket straightaway. I had made plans for Mr B to take the jacket once we had finished the small 4km loop before heading off around the lake. This would give me a chance to warm up.
I had a good run this morning – steady pace for most of the way, and taking advantage of the hills. My strength, such that it is, is hills so this is when I plan to pass as many people as possible, maintaining my pace once I crest the hill rather than slow down as a lot of people do. It worked for me today
My only goal, other than enjoy the run, was to run about the same as what I did in the Canberra half marathon (1hr 48.08min) last month, or at least not run a slower time. So to run 1hr 43.24min (according to my watch) was an added bonus to what was an enjoyable morning. Afterwards some of us went to Urban Pantry for a well-earned coffee and for at least one of us, pancakes (and it wasn’t me!).
Sunday, November 14 2010. That was the last time I rode my bike. It was as part of a team in the Tour de Femme, and from memory was a helluva lot of fun.
Fast forward to Saturday, 19 May 2012. My first time on my bike since then. Yep, 18 months later. Mr N got it out of the shed and pumped the tyres for me yesterday in readiness for this morning’s ride. I spent some time last night rummaging through cupboards looking for my cycling gear. My training program had me doing an easy 30min ride today.
This is the old girl (and no, we are not talking about the owner). I bought her when I was training for my first half ironman in 2003. Another long course event happened after that and then the big one, the ironman in 2004. She has done lots of kms. But she has been neglected since then apart from the brief period in late 2010 when I got her out and did some rides leading up to the Tour de Femme. I would love a new bike but for the moment she will have to do.
This morning I dusted off the cobwebs, looked very carefully under the seat and checked the tyres to make sure they hadn’t deflated over night. It was very chilly outside, about minus 2 so I was wearing several layers.
Note to self: get some bike booties as my feet get very cold.
Wavered between using the bike trainer or heading out on the road. The road eventually won and so it was that I headed out with trepidation. I had forgotten everything about riding but they say a skill once learned is never forgotten ie it’s like riding a bike! Well I was going to be testing that particular saying. Which gear lever for the front chain ring? Brakes? What chain ring am I in on the back? Remembering that I am literally attached to my bike so must detach one shoe when stopping at lights. So many things to remember, to think about, to stay upright. There may have been a world record this morning down in St Kilda (12WBT) but there was a miracle right here in Canberra – I didn’t stack my bike!
It was a short ride this morning – really to familiarise myself with cycling again. This is the start of many rides, ones that will be a lot longer than today’s ride. Once I made it home in one piece, I changed into running gear and headed out for a very short run – 3.3km which also included several 100m strides on the local oval.
Tomorrow its the YMCA of Canberra half marathon, starting at 8am. Here’s hoping for some nice weather and that it’s not too chilly first thing in the morning.
It’s the end of my first week back at work. The sad thing is that I don’t feel I’ve ever been away so the holiday afterglow doesn’t last for long. This week I have managed to run every day (as I have for the last 171 days) and swum once. Tomorrow the plan is to do a short cycle just to turn the legs over and familiarise myself with my bike. It has been brought out from the shed where it has been hanging for the past 12 months, gathering dust and god knows what else.
Note to self: check under the seat before going for a ride. There is nothing worse than looking down and seeing an 8 legged hairy creature making its way across one’s leg. Trust me, this has happened to me once before, many years ago, except in that case the big black hairy spider crawled out of the handlebar and across my hand. That time ended in tears and blood as I crashed my bike into the barbed wire fence (this happened on the farm) and I ran screaming for my life. Never have been too keen on spiders, before or since. Of course, this story has been told many a time at family gatherings – my parents seem to find it amusing.
Another story they find amusing at my, and my brother’s expense, was when we (my brother and I) decided to take a shortcut through the paddocks after getting off the school bus after school one day (we were probably about 6 and 8 years old). Normally we would walk along the road to get to the house but it was a hot day, we were tired and we just wanted to get home. There were cows in the paddocks but they were way off in the distance so we decided to chance it. Except that when we were halfway across the paddock the cows decided to come and check us out. Being small children and being surrounded by about 20 big cows was a little too frightening and when we saw a gap we took our chances and ran screaming for the house. Mum has recollections of looking out the back door to see 2 small screaming children running for their lives across the paddock to the house with their school bags, being followed by 20 rather docile cows (that’s not quite how we saw it).
This coming Sunday is the half marathon. I have no particular time in mind, in fact I don’t even plan on racing it. Its my long run so will just get out and enjoy it. Then that night we have dinner with friends at Thai Chiang Rai restaurant in Belconnen which should be a lot of fun.
Have a great weekend!
Wine o’clock – gotta love it! And with the week I’ve been having, these words sound like heaven to me! Once I learnt that the 5.30pm meeting was rescheduled (who schedules meetings at this time really?!) I headed out the door for a pre-dinner drink at Tongue & Groove, and to meet up with some other people going to the wine dinner. It was lovely to relax, chat and enjoy my Sauvignon blanc semillon (SBS to those in the know – Ruth!). Chillax time!
The wine dinner was a lot of fun and I think I learnt a thing or two about wine. The hilarious highlight of the night was when we did a quiz on a mystery wine (a red) and I did really well. Which is surprising given I am not a red wine drinker and know nothing about wine (other than I like it or I don’t)! I just guessed and got most of the answers right
The food was delicious (it is Chairman & Yip after all) and everyone was envious of my gluten-free selections – I did really well! And I didn’t have to share. The company was great and the night went really quickly. It is true – time flies when you’re having fun.
Oh,and it was run #170 this morning – a gentle 5km jog around the ‘burb.