Happy June everyone! Anyone else think it still feels like it should be January? Where’s 2017 gone?!
Just back from my 1st run of June and second since I realised I needed to get back on it on Wednesday. I am currently slumped on the ground in a wet pile whilst typing this post on my phone (yes, I am aware that’s gross and I shall wipe it after). That run was tough. I thought I was going to have to stop and walk at least twice but I convinced my mind to keep going no matter how much my calves felt like they were going to explode. I just slowed down a touch and kept going. When I say convinced I mean having an explicit argument with my brain that I couldn’t possibly mention on here.
There is still a long way to go but I know I am on the right tracks. Once more I am overcoming my fear of running by myself. Anyone else feel that?
Once more, one other thing I have learnt today is that I need to invest in a new sports bra….. I couldn’t even hear the sound of myself gasping for breathe over the noise of my tits clapping.
Anyways, have a great Friday everyone!
Happy Monday folks! Hope you’ve all had a fantastic week!?
I thought I’d just do an update post to let you avid readers know how I’ve been doing for my first week.
Tuesday: Did 20mins of boxing. Wanted to go for a run but suffering with a chesty cold and didn’t feel up to it. Ate well, no snacking. By eating well I mean that I have been eating less and choosing what I eat more wisely. I have not cut anything out as that only makes me want it more.
Wednesday: Decided to just go for a little run to see how I felt. Ended up doing 3 miles. Apart from my chest hurting…my legs were fine. My knees still ached so I’m defo not running any further that 3 miles until Feb at least. Eaten well with no snacking again.
Thursday: The run on Weds seemed to have shook my chest and cold up and my whole head was full to the brim of phlegm and gunk so no run or workout. Another good day with my eating with no snacking.
Friday: 20mins boxing. Good eating even with my family trying to give me chocolate in the evening- I managed to resist.
Saturday: This was my ‘cheat day’. I went to London for a friends party and drank – a lot. However, we walked a lot in the day and danced the night away. Looked at my step counter and up to midnight it was over 21k steps…. we stayed out dancing till 4am so surely I must’ve burnt off all the vodka?! Haha, plus my thighs are now chisled from getting down low for hours on end.
Sunday: Hanging all day. All I wanted was coke and hula hoops but managed to resist and just have a normal dinner and no snacks. Bit of walking but no excercise (vom).
Week 1 scales are telling me that I am …drumroll…..2ib down. This is much more realistic than after two days (yes I thought I’d just have a look after two days please no judgement) where they told me I’d lost 10ibs. I’m glad they’ve chilled the hell out.
Overall, a successful first week I’d say. On to the next. Have a good one all.
(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!
(Picture found at: http://howtostartaffiliatemarketing.info/the-journey-start/).
So, Thursday marked day 1 of my half marathon training. Luckily I have a friend to occasionally run with me. We decided to start with 3 miles around the local area and go on a bit of an adventure down streets we had never been before. It was going swimmingly untill we realised that the steep hill we were running up literally was never ending! We did have to stop and walk half way as we both were on the verge of dying (no I am not exaggerating). We finally discovered when we got to the top that we had in fact climbed to the top of Highgate mountain and found ourselves in a wind swept sweaty state walking through the insanely beautiful and posh streets of Highgate. We decided to put our best foot forward and escape all of the immaculate people and started legging it out of the village where we were rewarded for our efforts….a lovely downhill stretch. We ran all the way back down and along the flats until the end of our route. Perfect.
Yesterday morning wasn’t quite as perfect though. I woke up stiff as bricks (not in a morning glory type way) and could only just manage to get out of bed. Luckily, I had a study day and so instead of going for a run I decided to keep my achey body moving by going for a walk around Hampstead Heath. I did 5 miles up and down the hills and around Kenwood House. It was truly lovely…see pics.
I can not tell you how lucky I am to live right next to Hampstead Heath. If it wasn’t for that I think I would have gone insane by the mad, stressfull rush of London life. Don’t get me wrong, the city is a great big, bustling playground but after a while, I’d like to be able to have enough room to swing my arms about and to walk at my own pace without being pushed and shoved by people who never stop to see the world around them. Not only is the Heath beautiful with lots of great running routes but also home to Parakeets and you get to meet the cutest dogs in the world (most of them look better than you and are wearing 10 x more expensive clothes than you). It is undoubtedly my favourite place in London.
Have a fabulous weekend all!
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.
*Please excuse our mank faces.*
This Sunday just past I participated in the Great Manchester 10k Run.
I did the same run last year and trained hard beforehand. My time was 1 hour 11. This year, however, I didn’t train half as much as I should have but managed to complete the course in 1 hour 9! What is even better is that I didn’t feel half as tired as I did last time.
This has really been the motivation that I needed to get back, seriously, into my running. Me and a friend are even signing up to a half marathon next year as something to aim for. Are we mad? We will find out but I am very excited at this stage.
How are all of you doing? Any runs booked too?
If anybody would like to donate to the charity that I ran for…The British Heart Foundation…it isn’t too late to do so. Any donation no matter how big or small will be highly appreciated.
Here’s a bit of motivation booked already… Manchester 10k run in May.
Last year I suprised myself by completeing the race without stopping or walking in 1hr 11mins. In my current state, I could probably pencil roll the thing. Hang on, pencils are associated with skinny, let me rephrase that to sharpie roll.
Why not join up too for a good cause or another one close to where you live? Once you sign up they send you training plans and instructions on setting up a JustGiving page if you wanted to.