(From an evening walk just before Christmas).
Hello all. TGIFT (tomorrow).
As the title suggests, I am now one week in to my training and it has been a cracking week of that. Although I have been at placement working like a horse, I have managed to force myself out into the cold and get shit done!
Thursday: 3miles. Was very stop start as didn’t know the route and included the longest gigantic hill ever. (Had a great run down the other end though).
Friday: 5 mile walk. Had a lovely walk around Hampstead Heath as previously posted and made a delicious sugar free vegan cake also as previously posted.
Saturday: 3miles. A bit better than Thursday as was a different route but still had to walk up a steep incline.
Sunday: 13mile power walk. Used to do these near enough every Sunday but since I have moved to London it has been every so many months. As it was me, my mum and my uncle I didn’t want them to think I was a slacker and so kept up their pace. Safe to say I nearly threw up at the end. I was knackered by the 5 mile mark.
Monday: No workout. Ridiculously achey from Sunday. A bird crapped on my bag.
Tuesday: Run around the track. No idea how far it was in miles but they were quite quick 6 laps. Wasn’t the best running ever as was still achey AND I don’t like running in circles. My body says to give up once I see the finsih line so it is always hard for me to continue going after 1 lap.
Wednesday: 3 miles. Me and my friend decided to go on a random run wherever our legs took us. This in turn helped us find an amazing route packed with hills, long flat stretches a canal and general great scenery (not to mention not that busy which is a God send for central London!). We did run walk it.
Today: 3 miles. Same route as yesterday but we ran 90% this time. Despite still feeling achey we definitely pushed ourselves more. As we knew the route now we set ourselves mental checkpoints which helped no end. Lovely sunset.
After one week I can feel an improvement in my stamina. It may not be much or to how it used to be but it is definitely something and a great start. I can’t physically see any changes but hey I’m not expecting miracles. Here’s to week 2!
Have a great weekend everyone!
This is what I have been up to.
Hello dear fitness world.
My how I have missed you. Has it truly been 8 months since my last post? You know what that also means? 8 months of slacking. S-L-A-C-K-I-N-G! Yes I admit it, I have been slothing around horrendously, working out every now and again, binge eating then crash dieting and not to mention drinking excessively. I knew exactly what I was doing at the time I was doing it and the repercussions of those actions (mainly being added weeks/months of grueling workouts). Yet I chose to ignore those thoughts and carried on abusing my body. I feel like I have just been experiencing my fitness ‘teenage years’ in 8 months. Rebelling against my own ‘sensible’ self.
You know where these 8 months of rebelling have got me? 1 stone heavier and back to square 2 (not quite square 1) with my running. 3 miles seems like pure hell on Earth and half of my energy that I should be using to run is wasted on expressing my emotions using only uterrly foul language. I even think I have made up some new ones in the process.
Thankfully, my brain kicked in and decided enough is enough. It told me the only way I could overcome this turbulent phase was to do something drastic; a real kick up the arse. So I did just that. I signed up for a half marathon. This may not seem much to those of you who run more marathons than have showers but to me, this was the best, most achievable yet challenging goal I could aim towards. After all, the most I have ever ran is 6miles. Signing up for the half marathon has helped me regain focus and direction. I have something I HAVE to work towards. If I am to run 13 miles, I will run the whole thing not just jogging a bit then walking the rest. Signing up for the half marathon also forces me to make healthier choices in regards to my eating habbits. There is no way that my knees would be able to endure running with my current weight for the bus let alone 13 miles.
I don’t know about how you are in regards to healthy eating and general fitness but the only way I have found that I can suceed is by ‘forcing’ myself to do/eat things that I genuinely do not want to. I have to get way out of my comfort zone and in the end I start to enjoy aspects that otherwise used to repel me. Heck, I came so far so why can’t I finally finish my weightloss journey this time? Maybe these past 8 months were a long, unintenional rest that I needed to finish what I set out to initially achieve. The process is going to be damn right challenging and will sometimes seem impossible but I reackon I have now regained the midset to accomplish my goal.
Currently, I am back in London at uni. Exams are over and we are back at placement. There is tonnes of work that I have to do but I am no longer using that as an excuse and I shall be back blogging more regularly once again. Watch this space!
My waistline will be this small again.