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)
Distance covered (including warm up and cool down) : 3km (1.8 miles)
Time taken: 24 minutes
Average speed: 7.2 km an hour (4.4 mph)
Calories burned: 191
So today I went to the gym, finally.
After a mega busy week of house hunting and general faffing around, I finally got around to getting off my arse.
Unfortunately it didn’t go quite to plan. With only 3km under my belt, I had to quit. Perhaps it was the 6 Southern Comforts the night before, or the headache I seem to have had all week, but either way I have got a long way to go, if I want to do this marathon.
On the bright side, I have kept up with my ‘Lent’ contributions, and I have not been drinking alcohol in the week, and I’ve properly cut down on my sweeties (apart from my baking attempt for Comic Relief’s Red Nose Day, but that was for charity!) I have also switched my big carby meals, to carby lunches instead, avoiding eating mounds of food late at night, and making sure I get my energy before my run. I suppose you’ve gotta take baby steps eh?
Cupcakes for Comic Relief. Who says they should be round?
So Lent began yesterday – a time of self sacrifice for God over appoximately 40 days, traditionally 5 Sundays I believe.
And I’m gonna be completely up front and say that I am, in fact, an Atheist.
(So I may very well be inccurate in that last sentence, even though I went to a convent school. But that’s another story altogether…)
Now before you shun me for having no soul and no faith, I do believe in self-sacrifice for something worthwhile.
And since everyone else is doing it, I guess it’s a good opportunity to
be a sheep try and make the effort and hopefully not be alone in this ‘giving something up’ scenario.
A big challenge for me with this run will be a change of diet. I’m aware that I will not have to starve myself, in fact, far from it.
However, I’m a big snacker and won’t often say no to a full pack of Choccy Hobnobs (or any chocolate biccy for that matter).
And I do love my Wine. And I love love love my Southern Comfort.
So for this month at the very least, whilst I’m trying to get my stamina up (before starting the 6 month training schedule at the beginning of April) I’m going to try and give up booze and biscuits. Or at the very least cut down.
How hard can it be?
Me? Drink alcohol? NO WAY DUDE!