I must have temporarily lost the plot, because I appear to have signed up for a marathon…

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Movin’ on up

Hello stranger.

I have truly neglected my blog lately. Here’s a few poor excuses reasons why.

The moving house excuse.
What was originally estimated to be a 6 week process unfortunately will now be 6 months. This has meant all my spare time has been spent dealing with lawyers, insurance companies and generally stressing out. Pardon me while my brain explodes.

The moving house excuse….again!
In anticipation of actually moving (whenever it happens) me and the fella have been spending our evenings and weekends shopping for super exciting grown-up stuff such as toilets and paintbrushes and lawnmowers and hoovers, and have genuinely panicked at how little essentials we own as a couple.

The ‘I don’t feel like it’ excuse.
Pretty self explanatory really. In a nutshell,  I haven’t been in the mood to work out (especially in the heat) so haven’t wanted to blog about it either. However, now it has cooled down, work isn’t so busy, and the move is finally starting to get some pace. I’m back baby.

It will be mine. Oh yes. It will be mine.

Jog on bullies, you’re ruining my ‘me’ time

Since getting back into running I have been for a few jogs on the road, but most of them have been in the gym on the treadmill. I’ve been pretty happy with this because:
1. I can monitor my progress in the gym
2. If someone is on the treadmill next to me I find myself pushing to go further
3. Jogging on the road comes with baggage

Let me explain point 3…
Over the weekend, I decided it would be nice not to exercise on my own. After an hour warmup on the Nintendo Wii (and finally completing a few of the balancing games which I’m normally rubbish at *hooray*), I left the flat with my sister to go on a lovely jog/power walk to have a catch up and a natter. With rain almost upon us and the sun at bay, it was perfect weather. We decided to go the ‘scenic’ route down the nearby canal.

Although it is often on the main roads where you get the occasional distracting wolf whistle or cry of “hello ladies” from construction workers (terribly sorry for the stereotype but that’s just from my experience!) it was this pretty ordinary day on the canal that we got an unfortunate reminder of what people think of us. With hurls of abuse such as “you gingers should die” and “go home you evil ginger mingers” I was almost put off from carrying on. The lads, who were fishing on the other side of the canal, then started to throw bait in our direction.

Unfortunately, this isn’t really new to my sister and me.

Being a redhead comes with its downfalls, and for me, sensitivity to heat/sunshine is a major one – and if you read my blog regularly/follow me on Twitter, you’re probably sick of hearing about it! Sorry!

But one trait that is pretty consistent, particularly in the UK, is bullying. I got this a lot at school, as do most kids, when you’re young. My sister had her hair set on fire on public transport when she was young. I’ve had rubbish thrown at me in the street, all up until I was at university. I feel it has made me a stronger person, and I try not to dwell on it too much these days. I’m not fishing for sympathy.

However, when I’m just out with my sister at the weekend, trying to get some exercise, I really don’t expect to be harassed. Especially when I’m trying to better myself. Why would they put someone down like that?

I’ve seen people who have been yelled at when they are running, for no particular reason. I, not so long ago, saw some chavs shouting “fatty” at a jogger. She wasn’t massive and luckily had her headphones in so was nonethewiser. I feel bad for those who maybe don’t have the luxury of a gym membership, and really want to make an effort to get some fitness into their lives, because I know there will always be nincompoops (crikey I love that word) around to put you down.

If you shout things at people running on the street, unless it is cheering someone on as part of an arranged fun run, then you should be ashamed of yourself. This is a polite request to be nice in the future.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be back in the gym listening to Tim Minchin…..

The gym shower dilemma

It is no secret that I haven’t been at the gym as much as I’d like lately, and I certainly have been pretty terrible at keeping up with this blog.
However, I am hoping that this will turn around in the near future.

Although I have been going to the gym – albeit not as much as I really should – I have aslo been tying up all the loose ends with regards to me and the fella buying our first house. *Insert girly sqeual here*
Now all we can do is wait for the solicitors to get their finger out, and give us a move-in date. Huzzah! Resulting in less time faffing around with paperwork and more time at the gym (in theory…).

When the move is finally arranged, we will be moving into a house that is…how do I put this, falling down in need of modernisation.

The truth is, there is currently a bathtub, from 1948. A little bit manky but hopefully livable after a few scrubs…..but there is no shower. Most people would not have a problem with this. However, referring back to one of my previous posts, I am allergic to hot water, meaning I cannot have baths (too hot), only showers (luke warm. That’s right, just call me Goldilocks) – And if you are thinking to yourself, “Just have a cold-ish bath you wimp”, I dare you to try it. It ain’t bloody easy!

So, since I am paying for a gym membership I can’t get out of (and don’t want to either really), I’m thinking I will need to go to the gym to shower until we can afford to remodel and redecorate the bathroom (which, in fairness, is low down on the list behind buying central heating and a kitchen…Yeah, “modernising” is gonna be fun)  I’m hoping this will really push me to really get my exercise minutes clocked up.

Only one further dilemma here, there are lots of naked old chicks there. If you’ve seen the Michael McIntyre sketch about public changing rooms, you’ll know what I’m talking about. I’ll keep you all posted….

Abandonment issues…

With the recent bank holidays, and with a busier life both inside and outside of work, I have neglected this blog the past fortnight. Please forgive me poor bloggy.

For any who are actually reading this, here are the things that have kept me away from blogging:

Work.
Work is mental. After taking on more work and after losing a member of staff, it’s been incredibly busy (in a good way though) and where I may have blogged on lunch before, I have instead been catching up with general internet chores such as paying bills ( and also very importantly, catching up on Desperate Housewives).

Moving
I am buying a house with my fella. After months of looking for our first buy, this past few weeks we finally made an offer on a house, had it accepted, met with our mortgage advisors, solicitors and estate agents, and have been swamped with a “Housey to-do list”. Very exciting, scary, and busy!

Gym.
Although I may not have been blogging about it, I did attend the gym twice over both bank holiday weekends. It was very busy, very hot, but at least I got there.

Anywho, there is my explanation. I’m back!

Week 2 Summary

Week 2 – Run 2

Distance covered (including warm up and cool down) : 10km (6.2 miles)
Time taken: 1 hour 18 mins
Calories burned: 651

Although I didn’t make three runs this week (dammit!), I did manage the 10km I wanted to run.
And again, although I wasn’t entirely up to scratch (I was hoping to run it in approximately an hour) it is the first 10km run I have done in nearly two years, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it! In fact, the 10km race I did two years ago, I did  in 1 hour and 16 mins, so really, I’m quite chuffed!

Next week, I want to do a 10km in less time, hopefully closer to the hour mark, and actually make the effort to run three times. After seeing the London Marathon this morning and realising how quickly some of these people can run without stopping even once, I can’t believe how out of shape I am.

Everyone’s gotta start somewhere

Week 1 – Run 1

Distance covered (including warm up and cool down) : 7.09km (4.4 miles)
Time taken: 1 hour
Calories burned: 468

Considering today was my day off work, and considering I have been stuck at the 5km mark whilst trying to get back into my gym rhythm this past month, I’m pretty chuffed I got off my arse and did 7km on the treadmill today.
Not to mention that last night me and my fella had friends round to watch Wrestlemania and drink Southern Comfort. And I may not have got to bed until 4am….

I know to many, 7km in an hour is probably pretty poor. But hey, progress is progress.
By my calculations, with the race (I say race, but to be honest, I’ll simply be competing against keeling over) 6 months away, or 24ish weeks, if I can run a mile more each week, I should be okay.

(And don’t worry, I’m aware I need to run varied distances and not run too far before the big day, so don’t get your knickers in a twist health-dudes!)

Here’s to Week 1 – Run 2…

Me in disguise* - clearly dominating the running world. (*Some statements may not be true)

Matter of heart

Last night’s gym efforts…

Distance covered (including warm up and cool down) :
5.06km (3.1 miles)

Time taken: 42 minutes
Average speed: 7.4 km an hour (4.5 mph)
Calories burned: 326

So last night I went to the gym. On a friday night.
I was really proud of myself for making the effort before going out with friends, and I loved the fact that I was pretty much the only person there. However, I feel like I’ve already hit a wall at the 5km mark, and when you consider than the marathon is approx 40km, I still have a very long way to go.

At one point my heart rate reached 200. I didn’t feel particularly bad, just like I needed to walk for a second.

According to this chart, this is a dangerous level.

Perhaps I need to try some alternative methods to increasing stamina rather than just pushing myself harder.