tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21005339604565365972024-03-23T19:12:43.263+00:00Can fat Jo run the Bath Half?Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-27984312068705436772016-07-31T23:54:00.000+01:002016-07-31T23:54:19.094+01:00Once in a blue moon..... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A year ago today, there was a blue moon. According to google, this is something that occurs roughly every two to three years. A year ago today, I also found out that I had got the temporary Rovers pitch side job and was being sent to the FA St George's Park for training; I took the photo of the moon when I got home that night. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was a strange twist of fate, an opportunity that presented itself, and changed a little bit of my life forever. After I finished working for Rovers, I started helping out at my local non league team, something I never would have had the confidence to do before. I bloody love non league football - the games in random towns I've never heard of before (today I've been to a cup final in Wadebridge - we won), with raffles for obscure prizes such as steaks and ham, and dogs on the terraces. Where we use horse bandages because it's cheaper than the human equivalent, and the same people volunteer in six different roles so that clubs can run and games get played. It has amazed me just how much time people are willing to give up for their local club and community and it has genuinely been such a privilege to have been part of it. I still get a buzz going through the "Players and Officials only" gate and wonder just quite how I got here. </span></span><br />
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Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-44714630758157515232016-01-03T16:24:00.000+00:002016-01-03T16:24:10.803+00:00My Amazing August<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyone who has known me for a while will know about my football obsession, which started at the beginning of the 1986/87 season, when my Dad took me to the opening league game of the season following Bristol Rovers move to Twerton Park. I was nine years old. As I got older, my love for the game increased, and Dad and I would traipse around the far corners of England to follow our team. This is me, aged 12 at Wembley at the final of the Leyland Daf Cup in
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As a socially awkward teenager with little in common with the other girls at school, football games became an important focus of my life, somewhere I could go and be part of something, to celebrate the wins over City and despair at getting knocked out in the first round of the cup. Where my messy hair and lack of style didn't matter as long as was able to understand the offside rule. It is a time I look back on with fondness. I remember at about 15 years old expressing annoyance that I could never be a footballer because I was a girl; I have zero sporting ability so my gender would have had no bearing on this whatsoever. My mum told me that I would have to be the physio instead.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fast forward nearly twenty years, with my life on the verge of collapse, I decided that a physio was just what I was going to be. At the time, I was spending my week in a backpackers hostel in Birmingham, a city where I knew nobody working as a temp, and studying Biology at night school, studying by torch light in my bunk bed. My subsequent physio degree was the hardest thing I've ever done; I am not a straight A student or a scientist and the course took me to the edge of my sanity as I struggled to keep up with the coursework and work enough hours at Asda to pay my bills. Every exam, and every essay was a struggle which took every ounce of strength that I could find.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">At the end of July, two years after graduation, I'm browsing on Facebook, when an advert for a temporary matchday physio pops up on the Rovers page. Encouraged by my Gas Girls friends, I submitted an application and twenty four hours later, following the Phil Kite testimonial, I'm behind the scenes, in the physio room. This is me and my Mum with Phil on that night.I'd just found out that I'd got the job, which explains my extremely happy face. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Within four days, I'm at the FA Training HQ in Burton, mixing with various Premier League physios and doctors on the Advanced Resuscitation and Emergency Aid Course, in preparation for being pitch side. For me, it was an opportunity beyond anything that I could have dreamed of, eating lunch with the men (and it was almost exclusively men) who keep some of the world's most famous footballers fit to play. They are the unsung heroes of the game, many with a huge amount of experience, yet they made me welcome as part of their exclusive group.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was privileged to be able to remain in the dressing room for some of the team talks, and while it wouldn't be professional to comment on what was said, I was inspired by the way that DC speaks to the players; how he motivates them to be the best that they can be. I have seen numerous managers come and go over the past 30 years, but in my view not since the Gerry Francis reign in the 1990s has there been someone that brings the passion into the club as much as the current Gaffer. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I did come in for some criticism from some fellow supporters for not running more quickly across the pitch - I feel that I must point out that I was wearing moulded boots for the first time in my life, carrying a reasonably heavy bag on a wet pitch in front of over 5000 people. I am capable of moving faster than I did that night, but didn't want to end up on my arse on my pitch debut. </span></span><br />
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-4847519784779375762014-08-18T23:39:00.003+01:002014-08-18T23:39:55.381+01:00Two half marathons and wobbly bums<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I've been quiet over the last few months, as I was secretly planning to attempt my first marathon this autumn. Chris, the coach at Lliswerry had very kindly put together a training plan which was going well, and I had taken my long run distance Sunday run up to 15 miles by the end of June. Then my injury curse struck again, initially shin splints, followed by a hamstring strain, then an almighty chest infection requiring antibiotics and steroids to clear it up. I ended up having to miss thunder run and the training plan was abandoned for six weeks. So the marathon plans are put on hold for another year....</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's not all doom and gloom though. The chest infection has cleared up, and I went out for a slow run yesterday and easily managed 7 miles at marathon pace. So not to do things the easy way, today I have signed up for the Cardiff half marathon in just under seven weeks, and the Exeter half in nine; I figured that I might as well make the most of the training and get two races in. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And in an attempt to shift the extra few pounds that have taken up residence on my backside over my enforced layoff, I decided tonight to go along to an exercise class at the local leisure centre. I mistakenly thought that a class entitled "legs, bums and tums" would be full of slightly chubby women in their 50s gently bobbing up and down in time to some Abba music. In fact, I was the oldest person there by at least a decade and the fattest by at least two dress sizes. The class involved far too much bending my legs in directions that they are just not designed to go, and scary lunges and squats while waving weights above my head. Within two hours I am having to side step down the stairs crab-style, which is always the sign of a good workout and I feel like I have done something.</span></span><br />
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-43317348146152323172014-04-28T22:55:00.002+01:002014-04-28T22:55:30.146+01:00Pain in Plymouth <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've struggled with training over the past few months, starting with my arm in a plaster cast throughout February, and two injuries - one to each leg which have kept me on enforced rest for three of the last six weeks. However, my place and hotel was booked for the Plymouth Half, so I decided to travel down with my Dad as planned. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If anyone is thinking of doing the Plymouth Half, I can highly recommend the Holiday Inn. From the outside, it looks like a dated concrete monstrosity. However, it was very convenient, being located 200m from the start/finish line, and they kindly agreed to extend our check-out time by three hours so that we could have a shower after the race. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I had been popping painkillers and spent hours with oddly positioned freezer blocks in the days prior to the race in the hope that the niggle in my right hip might go away. And fortunately yesterday morning, I woke up feeling fine. I'd taken my breakfast with me, so we were able to have a lie in and just stroll down to the start with 15 minutes to go.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My good friend of twenty years, Lucas Meagor was also running and we met up briefly before the start. I have not seen him for several years, as he now lives in Hull, and me in Devon, so our short but unexpected catch up was nice. Lucas has taken part in a number of crazy running and cycling adventures over the years; please visit his website <a href="http://lucaskeepsrunning.co.uk/index.html" target="_blank">here</a> to read more about him.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So with my stomach full of shredded wheat, Dad and I headed off to the start line, joining in near the back, and within a couple of minutes we were off. It took us around 6 minutes to cross the start line, and another five minutes or so before the crowd thinned out and we were able to start moving at a reasonable pace. We kept up a fairly good speed for the first couple of miles, although I don't understand why, if a person needs to walk in the first mile they start in the middle of the field. Take your brand new trainers and shiny designer gear to the very back, as you get in way of everyone else!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I more or less stayed with Dad until the second water station. Dad has managed to perfect the 'drinking on the run' technique, whereas I have to stop and walk otherwise I choke, so after this point he was making faster progress then me. The rain then started to come down just as I reached the first of a series of inclines, and it was at this point I wondered whether my lack of consistent training might mean that I would not make it to the end. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The mile markers passed by far too slowly. By mile 8, I could feel a blister forming on my left foot, and by mile 10 every muscle in my body was screaming at me to stop. However, there is an out and back section at this point where I was able to see the runners a mile or so ahead of me coming in the other direction. Ahead of me was a brave girl whose t-shirt announced that she had the lung condition cystic fibrosis, and a chap with a below knee prosthesis; seeing them stopped the voice of self pity in my head and made me determined to get to the finish. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was very pleased to pass the 12 mile marker as the crowd then got bigger and cheered everyone on to the finish. The course planners had cruelly decided that the last third of a mile needed to be uphill onto the Hoe to cross the finish line, where my pace dropped to a shameful 14mm. Still the end was in sight, and it was with great relief that I crossed the finish line. The official photos show me looking exhausted, and unlike the Cardiff half I would not have been unable to have gone any faster, or run another 50 metres. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hobbling back to the hotel through the race village, I was approached by a student of Plymouth University, and asked if I would like to have my feet checked by the podiatry students in their marquee. Removing my trainers revealed a fetching blood blister down the inside of my left foot, which they kindly cleaned and dressed for me. Unfortunately this meant that I was unable to get my shoe back on, and the kind receptionist at the hotel who had extended our stay gave me a pair of slippers from the health club to save me having to walk to the car with bare feet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I woke up today with possibly the worst DOMS pain in my quads that I have ever had, which caused some amusement for my 91 year old patient this afternoon, when I was unable to demonstrate how to do a mini squat. A colleague kindly burst and redressed the blister for me so I am able to wear shoes to work again - one of the few perks of working in the NHS, the Government may have withheld our 1% payrise again, but they'll never stop us helping each other out. </span></span><br />
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water in pouches rather than bottles, which I think makes them easier to
drink. The crowd was friendly and supportive, with lots of friendly
locals handing out much needed jelly babies and noisy vocal support. The
route itself was a nice mix of city streets and country parks and
although I cursed at the time, an interesting variety of flat and
incline. This one may become a regular fixture for Dad and I. </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br />
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moment; getting off the loo is difficult enough at the moment. But pain
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The euphoria of finishing the Cardiff half lasted for a few
days. My medal was proudly taken to show to colleagues and friends, and the
t-shirt worn at every opportunity. I then made the small error of engaging in
conversation with an ex about the experience. I mentioned that I had felt that
I had<span> </span>a little more energy left inside
me at the end, and that perhaps next time, I would be able to go a little
faster, with a longer term aim of running a half in 2 hours 10 minutes.<span> </span>He told me that I should expect to be
disappointed if I tried to go faster, as Cardiff is an “easy half” and I would
be unlikely to beat the time that I had achieved. <span> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span></span>I’ve not had anything other than positivity
from everyone else that I encountered, but this one comment rather took the
wind out of my sails, and I have struggled to get back into training with any
real enthusiasm. Put this together with two chest infections requiring steroid inhalers,
and my right arm in a plaster cast along with moving house, and it has been a
difficult few months. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mind you, the more I think about it, that particular chap
has a special talent for managing to piss on the party. In the last six months
or so,<span> </span>I have relocated my entire life
to Devon, where I have a job that I love, and a cute little terraced house
which makes me happy. He recently enquired how things were going, so I told him
in much the same way as I have stated above. Most normal, rational people have
just been happy for me, appreciating the five years of hard work it has taken
me to get to this point. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span> </span>His response?<span> </span>“Doesn’t it make you want children?”<span> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yes, why not point out the one “failing” that I have in his eyes,
and virtually the only thing that I can do very little about in my present
circumstances, and use it to take the edge of my happiness. <span> </span>I despair about the men that I meet; <span> </span>I don’t know I manage to find them, but that’s
a whole separate blog. I’m just grateful that he is my ex, and I’m not stuck
married to one of the many men that I have encountered with all the sensitivity and finesse of a gorilla eating a
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway, I have been inspired by the fabulous Lliswerrians
completing the Newport half, and having read all the reports on facebook, had
wished I was there. I have also found a lovely running club not too far away
from where I am living now and have enjoyed a couple of training sessions. With
this is mind I have signed up to do the Plymouth half on 27<sup>th</sup> April,
and have just done my first proper week of a 8 week training plan. My dad has
also agreed to run it with me and not wanting to let him down, I'll stick with it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thanks for
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Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-19054867800742725002013-10-06T23:54:00.001+01:002013-10-06T23:54:52.680+01:00I did it!<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've not posted much lately, I was a bit worried that having signed up for another half, that if I got injured and had to pull out I would look like a wuss and I couldn't be having that. It has also been a crazy few months for me, as I've graduated from university, and got a fab new job in Devon. However, all summer I have been keeping up with the training, mostly along the coastal paths around Woolacombe and the Tarka trail in preparation for today's Cardiff Marathon.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well, I finished it. And here's proof:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was almost perfect conditions, perhaps a little too warm but otherwise a lovely day. We nearly missed the start having not anticipated all the road closures, and having to leave our bags with mum to hand in. They had also closed the portaloos at the start with 20 minutes to go, which meant a rather undignified squat behind a wheelie bin; made worse by another similarly positioned girl, pointing out the CCTV camera behind us - apologies to whoever has a recording of my naked arse. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For some crazy reason the race organisers had not put me in the slowest pen at the start, so I went off a little bit too fast to begin with, but other than that I stuck to my race plan, which was to keep as close to 11mm as I could, picking up a bit an the end if I had the energy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Some mild irritations from around the course - the spitting and nose clearing still makes want to heave, the gel sachets being discarded so that there is gel all over the road making everyone's trainer squeak, and people with headphones oblivious to the other 18,999 people on the course. Grrrrr. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can't really complain though, as it actually wasn't as much of a struggle as I had anticipated, and I could probably have gone a little bit faster. And other than the horrendous hill at 12 miles (which is actually more like a slope when doing 3 miles!) I didn't have to walk any of it. I'm glad that I did enough training, and the words of coach Chris were on my mind throughout the race; that the miles of training are like putting pennies in the bank that you get out on race day - I don't think I really appreciated what that meant until today.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The support from all of Lliswerry Runners was awesome - always a friendly word from those that ran past me, cheering from many places around the course, the trumpet at 11 miles and the hugs of celebration at the end. It really is the most amazing club, which is why I made the 150 mile round trip for the AGM last week, and will continue to come back for training sessions and events if I can. A massive congratulations to all who ran today; there were some incredible times both from the more elite club members, and those who tend to plod along at the back like me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So what's next? Well, my dad also ran today, and beat me on chip time by 23 seconds, averaged out in the official results as being 1 second per mile quicker. Of course, I can joke that I took it easy today as I didn't want to embarrass him by coming in much faster, but in fact he ran really well today and deserved to come in at a better time than me. I'm determined to try harder next time though, so watch out! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Watch this space for the next running challenge, I'm sure it won't be too long.....</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Until then, I leave you with my motivational quote of the day. Thank you so much for reading. </span></span><br />
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-49887540924548074362013-05-12T23:48:00.001+01:002013-05-12T23:48:38.362+01:00Sore from the Sorbrook<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Inspired by friends from the running club who have been taking parts in all kinds of amazing events, I woke up this morning with the "fabulous" idea of going along to the Sorbrook 10k. Now bearing in mind that I haven't run more than 5 miles on the flat for around 3 months due to various university commitments, this may not have been the wisest idea that I have ever had.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">However, I didn't really have time to think about it too much as I am not really a morning person, so popped over the Spar for some cornflakes and bananas before heading out to register. I'd looked at the results from last year, and knew that I was going to come in pretty much last, so decided to start near the back and stay there - previously I have got caught up in the middle of the pack and gone off too fast, only to pay for it later. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'd forgotten just how far 10k actually is when I can't stop and have a rest. And how much I hate hills. The route was lovely and scenic, up a couple of small mountains and then around a reservoir, although I was too busy concentrating on being able to breathe and not falling over my feet. I was right at the back, so the ambulance that needs <span style="font-size: x-small;">to</span> follow the back runners was twenty metres from my arse most of the way round, and the whiff of diesel fumes so close by was a distraction from the otherwise beautiful environment. I made it round in one piece though, only stopping to walk up the hills; otherwise I ran the whole way, even managing a little sprint at the end. And I wasn't last either and there was free cake at the end. So all things considered, quite a nice morning out. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Looking back, as much as it was painful at the time, I have got a huge sense of satisfaction that I got round. It was great being part of the Lliswerry gang again as well. I'm hoping to do the Rose Inn 4 mile run on Tuesday if my legs aren't too sore. Just need to make a plan and stick to it now. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Today's motivational quote is quite apt considering the course route this morning:</span></span><br />
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-92216198982838640322013-01-27T00:02:00.000+00:002013-01-27T00:02:16.092+00:00Oh shit - I've turned into a Christmas pudding.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">I've now been using the "I'm injured" excuse to sit on my arse for the best part of four months. To be fair I actually was injured until early December. But then it was nearly Christmas, and there didn't seem any point in starting again then as I wanted to indulge a little over the holiday period. Eating an entire Terry's chocolate orange and two Asda chocolate yule logs over a three day period was possibly not the best thing to do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The weather during January has been my latest excuse to do nothing. It's too cold, the roads are icy, the pavements are wet etc, all reasons not to do anything that involved moving more than three metres from the sofa. I have been horribly busy with various uni and work stuff, but not so busy that I couldn't have found a spare 30 minutes three times a week. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Unfortunately all this bad behaviour has now taken its toll. My work trousers are now a little more tight than I would like. This has to stop. Tomorrow I am going to acquire some suitable wet and cold weather clothes and get back to it. Something with go faster stripes on to spur me on to glory. Aiming for a 10k in the middle of April, and a half in early autumn. The path to athletic excellence continues...</span>.<br />
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-5286459401028110712012-10-14T21:24:00.000+01:002012-10-14T21:24:29.184+01:00Alternative view of the Cardiff half marathon<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Today was supposed to be the day. The day when all the training, healthy(ish) eating, no alcohol drinking came together and I ran my first half marathon. Except three weeks ago I ran too far in knackered trainers and got injured again. It was such a hard decision to pull out - my heart was telling me that with a load of painkillers I would be able to make it round the course. I was up to 12 miles non stop in my training plan so knew I could run the distance. However, everything I had been taught at uni over the last two years was in my head, and I knew I shouldn't do it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I even paid out to see a physio twice - costing me a whole long weekend's worth of supermarket checkout wages, in the hope that I would be able to be fixed by some miracle machine and a bit of massage. Sadly, it wasn't to be. Today was not my day. I am left wondering if it will ever be my day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It was tempting to abscond from Cardiff for the weekend, so I could just forget all about it. However, my dad had signed up because I had, and it seemed a bit mean not to hang around and support him. Lliswerry Runners had teamed up with St David's Hospice Care to man the water station at 11 miles, so me and my mum decided to go along and help out with that, and hopefully cheer on some of our runners as well. This turned out to be a good decision; it was actually lots of fun, although quite wet at times, as the faster runners have a tendency to take a single sip then chuck the bottle in any direction therefore soaking anyone who happens to be in the wrong place at the time. It was really nice to be thanked by some of the runners for being there, I must remember that myself the next time I'm taking part in an event; I don't think most people appreciate the amount of work that goes on behind the scenes to make the big events the success that they are. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It was lovely to see people from the club out on the course, knowing how hard some of them had worked to be there and that they were within sniffing distance of the finishing line. I'm liking the Lliswerry love and happiness on facebook tonight as well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A huge congratulations to all who ran today, especially everyone at Lliswerry Runners and the boys from Cardiff Uni Physio 3rd year, you were all fabulous. Hopefully next year I will be there too</span>. <br />
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-5553171005349239252012-09-10T00:14:00.000+01:002012-09-10T00:14:03.078+01:00Cardiff 10k <div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">It was a nice sunny morning for my first big event; the Cardiff 10k which is a fairly pleasant flat route around the city centre, which goes through the park and past the castle. It also goes other places as well, but was more concerned about my breathing than taking in the scenery. I really didn't have much of an idea what to expect, but luckily I live close enough to stroll to the start line in 20 minutes, so I arrived fairly unstressed. I met up with a few other Lliswerry runners and chatting before the start was great for stopping me becoming too nervous and to pick up some last minute tips. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">10am came and we were all off on the starting gun. I started far too fast, and was under 28 minutes at the halfway point, which is far faster that I normally run. I think I probably started too far forward, and got carried along with the crowd, and then paid for it later by dropping my pace slower than I would have liked. However, it was all a good learning experience for the Cardiff half which is just 5 weeks away now. </span></div>
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<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">If it is hot, run in the shade as much as possible (thanks for the tip Merv!). I would have been a lot slower if I had stayed out in the sun for the whole course. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">I cannot drink water while running. It goes down the wrong way and makes me cough, then I have to stop for longer than I would have to if I had just stopped to drink in the first place.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Other runners with ipods are exceedingly annoying as they can't hear anything and have no awareness of what is going on around them. They are not allowed for a reason - I was really surprised at the number of people that just ignore that rule, to the detriment of those around them. </span></li>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Enough of the moaning now though. I loved being part of such a big event. It was also fantastic to be so well supported by other club members. When I was growing up, I was taken to various events to cheer on my dad and his friends in their running endeavours. To be honest, at that time I never really saw the point. But when you are struggling half way around a course, there is nothing better than people cheering and screaming your name encouraging you to keep going. So thanks guys for being there today, it was much appreciated.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I got round the course in an "official chip time" of 1.01.49, a pb by over a minute, and less than double my best 5k parkrun time. Very pleased with this indeed, especially considering the heat. I will go faster than an hour this year!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I've had a busy few weeks despite it being the summer holidays from university for a month; I have spent most of it being "happy to help" on the checkout at my local supermarket. However, I did manage to squeeze in a week away to Lake Garda with my mum, for my first holiday in two years. Aware that I was very unlikely to be able to resist the temptation of ice cream, cocktails and pizza, some damage limitation was in order. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So the morning of my outbound flight, I was up at 7am to go for an early run with my Dad. Since I was little, I have watched my Dad run; pushing an old hospital bed around the Chew Valley bed race, and various fun runs, as well as several London marathons. I never thought that I would be able to join him, but I felt very lucky to do so, and also keep up with him most of the time. Here we are about to set out from home: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I'm also quite proud of myself for managing two runs on holiday - one of three miles, and then four miles on the last day, which was hard work due to the increase in temperature. Unfortunately for me, the Italians are as glamourous when taking part in sporting activity as they are the rest of the time, while I remained a red, puffing lump as usual, and attracted some rather disgusted looks from the locals. But since none of those people are ever likely to see me again, it doesn't really matter. It was actually very pleasant, despite the heat, running alongside the banks of the lake in the early morning, watching the local people starting their day. </span></div>
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-64452732383204822392012-08-01T23:25:00.001+01:002012-08-01T23:25:28.764+01:00Live the best life you can<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Time for a little update as things have been quite busy recently. The past four weeks I have been on placement working on a medical rehab ward, mostly with elderly patients. Initally I thought this would be quite dull as the pace was much slower than the acute medical wards where I had been before that. I didn't think that I would learn very much from helping old people get out of bed and walk to the toilet. However, as these things tend to work out, I learnt far more than I would ever have thought possible. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes all people want is your time. A lot of the patients I met were well into their 80s or 90s and many didn't have relatives living nearby who could visit, and a few had no relatives living at all. I was in the fortunate position to have a fairly relaxed case load, and was lucky enough to be able to spend some time with some of the patients just having a chat. I think that the younger generation today could learn so much from those who have lived through wars, and have experienced hardships that we cannot imagine. On my birthday, I was talking to one man who was due to be discharged. I needed to do one final assessment to check that he was safe walking on his own. The assessment was quickly completed and passed, and then we had a while when we could talk. The man told me all about his life; where he had served in the war, about his wife and children and the places he had lived. Then he looked at me and told me to make sure that I lived the best life I can, because it will go by too quickly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Its strange sometimes that we end up gaining so much more from someone in ways that we never expect to. The man was discharged later that day and I didn't see him again. I doubt he will even remember me at all. But his words will stay with me for a long time. I don't know to live the best life I can. I think sometimes I am scared to do just that.I suppose just trying to be the best that I can be at every chance that I get is a start. With this in mind, I set off on a slow long distance run on Saturday night, and managed a huge 9 miles. Apart from aching knees, I was still quite comfortable at the end, and managing to maintain the same pace that I started with. I finally feel like I am really making progress, and the half marathon distance is achievable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">In other developments, I have managed to bugger up both knees by falling over while out walking. They were probably made worse by the fact that I was wearing shorts and walking on a stony track when I fell, meaning that I had to hobble back to the car with blood pouring down both legs. I was also forced to sit on the floor for several minutes as the friend I was with at the time was too busy laughing to be of any use in helping me into an upright position. I was then humiliated by having to ask the nice people at Castell Coch (near where I happened to be at the time) for some wet wipes so I could clean myself up a bit. I've now got two rather unattractive scabby knees just in time for my holiday next week. Looking on the bright side, I'm not actually properly injured just a bit sore.</span></div>
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-67469625668129174202012-07-18T23:25:00.002+01:002012-07-18T23:25:54.441+01:00First 10k :-)<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Having now been back in training properly for two months, I decided that it was time to up my game a little bit and take part in some events. One of the main benefits of being a member of a club is that you get to hear about what is happening locally, and try out some smaller scale runs. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">However, tonight felt more comfortable. I still puff around the track like a cross between a giant marshmallow and a jellied eel, but I am not struggling to the point it hurts the whole time. And as the following information from my Garmin shows, I am actually getting faster:</span></div>
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-18723006995212433522012-07-03T00:21:00.000+01:002012-07-03T00:21:28.106+01:00The Dirty Weekend<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Two years ago, as part of a crazy work challenge, I entered the Mudrunner Oblivion event at Eastnor Castle. This is a 10k cross country course, with lots of uphill sections, obstacles, and wading through mud, which is up to waist height in places. It took me three hours, and I hated every second of it, but having paid my entry fee, and with a dozen colleagues and assorted friends </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">waiting for me at the end, I struggled on and vowed never to return again</span>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Anyone who knows me well will know that I have a rather
colourful dating history. For many years, I have tended to be attracted to men
who are bad for me – in fact with one recent notable exception, they have been
varying degrees of vile. Of course, I have been oblivious to this until long
after it is over. I had the dubious pleasure of bumping into one of them in a
pub back last summer, and I told him during the course of our conversation of
my intentions to sign up for the Bath half marathon. Spluttering into his beer
he told me that I would never manage to run even a mile as I am far too fat and
lazy. To be fair, I was perhaps rather foolish of me to expect him to be in any way
supportive as his pet name for me was, and in fact still is "Lard". </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Another equally charming ex, on terminating our relationship
told me that he had made an exception for me, because normally he only dated
thin, pretty girls. That statement has stuck with me ever since. It would be understandable if he had the
benefit of supermodel looks himself, but sadly he does not. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I am well aware that I am not exactly skinny. I haven’t been
since I started working in McDonalds and discovered beer when I was 16. But I
have come to realise that even if I had been a size 6, those men would still
have made those comments – I wasn’t about me, or how I looked, it was about
them and their odious personalities. And
as they both march quickly towards middle age, and all the disadvantages that
go with it, I am becoming a better person than they ever deserved. I will probably not ever be skinny again, but
I will be happy and that is sometimes the best revenge anyone can get.</span></div>
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will do it with a smile on my face. And
I will do it just for me, because I can. I have named this blog in celebration
of who I am, and when I do complete the race it will because the things that
they said about me made me stronger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">On a more cheerful note, I ran 5 miles this week without
stopping. It was a bit slow at times, as it was on the road out of Abergavenny
where I am currently on placement with university, and much of it was uphill,
but it felt fantastic to complete that distance. If I can repeat the same next
week, I think I might try to find a 10k to enter, and again I will finish it
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<br /></div>Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-71609425755220379122012-06-09T23:39:00.000+01:002012-06-09T23:39:20.601+01:00Back to parkrun<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">After several weeks of putting it off, the time had come for me to face up to my fears and go back to parkrun - scene of the big fall nearly 6 months ago now. I had considered going to the Cardiff one instead, but I like the route at Newport, and somehow it would have felt disloyal to Lliswerry Runners who organise it to go elsewhere. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So the alarm was set for 7am in order that I could fuel myself with porridge ready for the big event - it doesn't taste any better when its two months past its best before date, but as a humble student I wasn't going to let it go to waste. A tablespoon of sugar eased the discomfort a bit, but I still think its disgusting. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It was a lovely clear morning today, but not too hot, so perfect conditions for a little run. However, going back for the first time was never going to be about whether I could physically run 5km. I know that I am capable of dragging my flabby self around that distance without stopping. The problem was the fears in my head, especially when I thought about the part of the course where I fell, and due to the double lap of the route, I had to run that bit twice. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was actually quite calm about it all until I pulled into the car park, where I had to fight the urge to drive home again and get back into my warm bed. I think I had probably chosen a good week, as most of the club members that I knew were off an another event, so I was left alone with my thoughts, rather than having to make conversation before the start. I decided that I would just concentrate on getting round, and not worry about the time it was taking me. Summer appears to have brought out a whole lot of new runners; usually I am near the back and after the first 500 metres I am mostly on my own. Today I found myself running with people the whole way, and even managed to overtake three people. It is great to see that parkrun is bringing running to the less athletic in society though - although its good that there is a competitive edge amongst the front runners, most of us will never achieve a sub 20 minute PB, and I personally think that there is much more for the organisers to be proud of when someone new to exercise finishes in 50 minutes, than when the course record is broken. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the end, it was ok. I was terrified the whole time, and it was probably one of the toughest mental challenges that I have ever faced, but I made it in one piece and even managed a little victorious sprint towards the finish line. I was very pleasantly surprised on receiving my confirmation email to learn that I had smashed my PB for the course by 66 seconds, finishing in 33.55 - faster than I ever thought possible when I started, and creeping closer to the sub 30 minutes that I'm ultimately aiming for. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So all in all not a bad day. Thank you for reading. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I’ve taken advantage of a “reading week” at university and
removed myself out of the rat race down to my parent’s caravan in Devon. The
weather is glorious, and since it’s not the school holidays, thankfully the
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I thought it might be a nice idea to go for a little run
along the beach, and had visions of me striding, Pamela-Anderson-in–Baywatch-style
across the sands through the breaking water. Hmmm.<span> </span>It didn’t quite work out like that. Running on
sand, whether it be dry (gets in your trainers) or damp (makes your feet wet)
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and the fact that I was wearing black made me sweat like a pig. Still I
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has the most stunning view of the beach, and is surrounded by fields filled
with happy little lambs, and it almost made me glad that I had made the effort.
Apart from the uphill bits, which I had to walk because my lungs still don’t do
uphill. For anyone who knows the area, I went from Woolacombe beach to
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on my phone which seemed appropriate. It struck me while I was on the coast
path, between desperate gasps for breath, that however much I might have been
struggling at that moment, I was actually incredibly fortunate to have the good
health to be there at all, and the freedom to just go for a run. Sometimes I do
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Unfortunately, I have regressed to even worse than when I started back in November, and my lungs felt like they were on fire after 200 metres. However, I managed to keep going for 2.24 miles before I had to stop, which is further than I thought I would be able to do. My legs feel fine and could keep going; it is my breathing control which is the problem. I know that this will improve quite quickly - I just need to stick with it. I'm going to aim for for 3 miles continuously by this time next week. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">It's now over four months since my little fall, and apart from the occasional twinge, my ankle feels almost back to normal. So inspired by my little brother's amazing performance in the London Marathon on Sunday I have decided that it is about time that I removed my increasingly lardy arse off of the sofa, and got back to my plan to become an athlete.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I thought that going for a little swim to get myself back in the swing of exercise might be a wise idea, so yesterday I grabbed the only swimming costume I could find and headed down to the pool for a few lengths. It did not go well. Turns out that the swimming costume was a size too big, and after having happily completed a few laps, I stood up only to find that my right boob had escaped and was now on display to the entire pool - including several children who were having a lesson at the time, and will no doubt now be traumatised for life. I escaped as quickly as possible before I could be stopped by the staff for being a flasher. Not my finest moment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sadly, I do not think that I will be running the Bath Half this year, as my ankle has not healed as well as I had hoped it would, and at present walking remains a bit of a struggle. I have seen a physio a couple of times, who thinks that there is damage to the achilles tendon, which would account for the swelling that is still there. I am very sad at having to admit defeat in this challenge - but I will be doing it next year, even if it means being pushed around in a shopping trolley.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've noticed that in the last week that my arse has increased in size without the regular exercise, and therefore I have joined weightwatchers before I turn into a lump of wobbliness. So therefore I am currently obsessing over the points value of cottage cheese, and have filled my fridge with fruit and vegetables in anticipation of a much healthier diet. Hopefully weighing a bit less will make running that little bit easier when I resume my training, and will also make my legs a lot less likely to give way from underneath me again.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was approaching the last 500 metres or so, with the end in sight, when some tosser (not a word I use often) decided it would brighten up his evening to slowly pull up behind me in his 4x4, then acclerate through a huge puddle, thereby ensuring that I was completely drenched, instead of the 90% soaked that I had been previously. And he shouted something indecipherable, but no doubt jolly amusing out of his window at the same time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">On a more positive note, I managed to finish in the same time as I did the route in last week, which given the amount of time I spent jumping puddles wasn't too bad I suppose. </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And happily for me, the football was an 8pm kickoff so I got to see the last hour at the gym. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was good to try a 5k on the pavement, as so far the Park Run and night time plodding around Roath Park has been at least in part on grass or bark. And I managed it in 31.58, which is a huge 3 minutes faster than I have done that distance before. Also found it easier running with someone else, as it meant that I didn't slow down towards the end. It was an out and back course, and as usual, there were lots of words of encouragement from the faster runners who were on the final bit while I was still puffing along the first mile. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I do wonder why some men find it necessary to beep their horn as they drive past though. Maybe the sight of two slightly sweaty, red faced women was too much for the motorists of Newport tonight, and they just couldn't contain their excitement. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My reward was a lovely three course meal with the Newport and South East Wales Triathlon Club, who are closely associated with the running club, and happened to be having their Christmas do tonight in the clubhouse. Probably consumed five times as many calories as I burnt off running, but it tasted so good!</span></span>Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191373086844625983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100533960456536597.post-18871266021475271262011-12-05T23:13:00.001+00:002011-12-05T23:41:37.079+00:00Can I raise my sitting bone towards the sun?<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have purchased a very helpful book entitled <i>Run for life: the real woman's guide to running </i>for a bargain £2.49 at the Kidney Research charity shop. It's full of useful tips to help me on this journey. And apparently yoga is the way forward. It helps with flexibility and strength which is always helpful, and also balance and coordination,</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">and I am sadly lacking in both of those. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I didn't really "get" yoga the last time I tried it about 10 years ago, at some overpriced health club in Surrey where I was living. It was all a bit much - full of the hairy armpit brigade and much burning of incense, along with strange constipated dog type noises, and that music which is meant to be dolphins talking to each other or some other such nonsense. And the only workout I got that day was of my pelvic floor muscles as I tried not to wet myself laughing when the instructor told me to "raise the sitting bone towards the sun, and absorb its energy into your soul". Which if I recall correctly, means stick your arse in the air. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anyway, not being one to rest on a good idea, I decided I would go tonight and have an evening off from the running as I had been out the previous two days. First problem, there was no yoga class on at the gym tonight. But there was pilates. And from the little bit I know, I thought they must be almost the same thing.</span></span><br />
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