Category: Janathon

I was going to go for a walk at lunchtime but then I saw that the Johnny Cotter gallery was open, so I popped in to say hello to Johnny and to look at my new picture

then I was there for ages and ages and ages and then there was no time for a walk although my Garmin says I walked 1.97 miles and so that’s good enough for me and also I walked for a bit in the morning as I got to uni early at 8:15 but it doesn’t open ‘til 8:30 and so had to walk round in the freezing cold for quarter of an hour but I didn’t Garmin it.

Stats
Cycling: 6 miles
Walking: 1.97 miles
Unis not open ‘til 8:30: 1 
New pictures: 1

See above.

(In case you’re wondering what I bought, I bought leeks, mushrooms, a yellow pepper, an orange pepper, broccoli, brussel sprouts and pears.)

Stats (cycling)
Distance: 2.2 miles
Time: 14:55
Speed: 8.8mph
Calories: 64
Farm shops visited: 1
Types of vegetable bought: 6
Types of fruit bought: 1

I did a plank.

I got bullied on Twitter by Local Adventures, Running Goth, font {size: red;} and It Ain’t Fast and it Ain’t Pretty to go for a run. Local Adventures even promised that if I did a mile, he’d do a marathon tomorrow. I gave them my best offer of .75 of a mile but then that plan got scuppered when Shaun said I had to go to the supermarket first and so that would mean changing out of my dressing gown into normal clothes and then changing into running gear later which in my mind is a definite no. My order of clothes is dressing gown/running clothes/normal clothes and there is no deviation allowed.

So when I got back from the supermarket (after buying falafel, hummous, halloumi, feta and spinach parcels, stuffed olives, stuffed vine leaves, dips, nachos, breaded garlic mushrooms, pitta bread, artichokes, chilli prawn and squid thing and jalapeno poppers for dinner, it would have been cheaper to go out to a restaurant), I had a Janathon dilemma. What to do? Then I saw someone mention #plankaday on Twitter and thought aah, I can do a plank for Janathon, yay. But Shaun said that wasn’t allowed and I had to go for a run but then I thought, aha! I can walk for a mile, that’ll do.

So that’s what I did.

Stats
Distance: 1.01 miles
Time: 16:18
Pace: 16:10 m/m
Calories: 77
Fellow Janathoners bullying me on Twitter: 4
Supermarkets visited: 1
Deviations from proper clothes-wearing order: 0
Walks in the dark: 1

I know this should be on my other blog and it will be at some point but I’m so excited I could burst and I want to tell everyone NOW!

I actually wanted to tell everyone yesterday when I got the email saying I’d been chosen as one of the authors to have their story featured in an ebook but I was sworn to secrecy until it had been formally announced.

Caroline Smailes (author of In Search of Adam and Like Bees to Honey) organised a challenge to celebrate the launch of XBox Live TV and its integration with YouTube.

Authors were invited to submit a 100 word story inspired by a song on YouTube. The stories chosen will be published as an ebook on Amazon, with all money collected going to the charity One in Four; a registered charity which provides support and resources to people who have experienced sexual abuse and sexual violence.

And my story Dirty Boy (inspired by the song of the same title by Cardiacs) was picked! I’m going to be in a book and it’s going to be professionally edited and have a professional cover and everything! Yay for me! I’m so excited! (You can tell this by the number of exclamation marks.) You can see the whole list of authors here.

Oh, and I went to the gym and did stuff for Janathon.

Stats
Ebooks I’m going to have a story in: 1
Exclamation marks signifying my excitement: 5
Stuff done down the gym for Janathon: cycling, rowing machine, cross-trainer, body pump class

I can’t remember why, but I asked Shaun to wake me up early this morning (he does this by putting the bedroom light on when he goes to work. I do have a fake sunrise but that only stays on for 10 minutes and I can quite easily ignore my alarm for much longer than 10 minutes) and when he woke me up, I apologised to him for having a dream where I went to meet another man. I didn’t even want to meet this man because he was boring and he had bought me a grey dress for my birthday that I didn’t like (he had also bought me a book but I don’t know what book it was as I didn’t bother taking it out of the plastic bag) but I had arranged to, so I went out to see him and he wanted to go to the pictures but I didn’t want to and so he said dinner or drinks then? and I said both but he said he couldn’t afford to do both and so I said ok, we’ll go for a quick drink and I didn’t have any make up on but I thought I’d only be out for an hour so it didn’t really matter and I wanted to go a certain way, away from any pubs Shaun might be in (yeah, because he’s always out on pub crawls…) and so I followed the boring man and we were walking and walking and then he led me into a deserted house and he kept me in a room for 364 days and then he put the TV on and there were people on the screen that he had filmed and he had put Sellotape on their toes and I thought oh no, he’s going to put Sellotape on my toes and I wondered what would happen the next day, as then I would have been kept hostage for a year, but I woke up.

Anyway, after I got up and tried not to feel guilty about going to meet another man in my dream, I started to look forward to going for a run in the dark. Although, then it occurred to me that I didn’t have a route that’s only on pavements and I didn’t want to run down deserted trails or country lanes in the dark and so I looked on Google Maps for a route (after misreading ‘zoomable maps’ as ‘zombie maps’) and found a 2.5ish mile route that was purely on the pavement but by the time I’d finished drinking my tea, the sun was coming up and so I thought, fine, I’ll go for a run while the sun is rising then, that’ll be cool and I hurried up and got out and the sky was a nice pinky colour and I wondered if I should go back and get my camera and take a photo of the sunrise but decided not to in case it got light and it would be a waste of putting on my new hi-vis vest that I won from Women’s Running Magazine and so I started running and there were a lot of people around going to school or going to work or going to wherever it was they were going and Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark came on my iPod which reminded me of a joke, and as some other bloggers have also been doing a jokeathon along with Janathon, I thought I’d share my joke with you:

Q: What do you call a man with a bird of prey on each shoulder who cleans his house with the lights off?

A: Hawk-kestrel-man-hoovers-in-the-dark

which is probably the best joke in the world (or to be more accurate, the only joke I know except for ‘A seal walks into a club’) and then I carry on running and I see a Kermit-green old-style Beetle and when I see Beetles it makes me want to learn to drive just so I can get one although I wouldn’t want a Kermit-green one but a yellow one or an orange one and then as it’s getting light I wonder if I should go through the titchy tiny park to see some grass and water but that would mean deviating from the route I’ve got in my head and I don’t like deviating from things but then I decide I WILL REBEL. I WILL DEVIATE and I go through the titchy tiny park and get home and it’s only just gone past 8am and I’m showered and hair washed and dressed by 9am and this is because I am skill.

Stats
Distance: 2.39 miles
Time: longer than it should take
Pace: slooooooooooooooooooooow
Calories: 251
Dreams about bad men who kidnap me and tape my toes up: 1
Sunrises: 1
Zombie maps: 1
Hi-vis jackets: 1
Jokes: 1
Deviations: 1
Minutes after 9am I’m still undressed: 0

Music
Roxy Music
Cardiacs
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Ben Folds Five
Los Campesinos

Because we were having a long day after an early start at uni yesterday, I’d booked the lunchtime spin class instead of my usual morning one as I wasn’t sure I would be up early enough. As it happened, I was up at a respectable hour (a respectable hour for a student – in fact, a shockingly early time for a student – anyway) and I could have made the earlier class. Determined not to waste the morning checking emails and talking to people on Facebook and Twitter, I fired up my Freedom software (the best piece of software ever for procrastinators) and told it to disconnect from the internet for two hours (by which time I’d be safely in the gym) and settled down to read Persuasion by Jane Austen which our fiction tutor is forcing us to read (I only got about a third of the way through Pride and Prejudice before chucking it in the bin turning off my Kindle).

While I was reading, the postman turned up bearing oaty gifts.

These flapjacks are from Travelling Hopefully. Travelling Hopefully makes the most delicious, moist, chewy and buttery flapjacks in the world ever. Fuck ‘unofficial Janathon training fuel’, I am declaring these compulsory!

Also in the post was the DVD of School of Rock which we were supposed to watch during the Christmas holidays as part of our drama homework, but I forgot about it until a few days before we were going back. (Our non-fiction tutor will almost undoubtedly ask us what we read over the holidays. I’m not sure my answer of ‘wine labels, mostly’ will be considered an acceptable response.)

The third package in the post was shoebox shaped and I got excited thinking it was a pair of running shoes that I’d ordered and forgotten about but then I saw that it wasn’t addressed to me. Bah.

Thankfully, opening the post didn’t give me any time to get back to Jane Flipping Boring as Hell Austen and I set off for the gym (which I can assure you that – unlike the gym featured on Channel 4’s The Fat Fighters – is not full of 6ft females with perfect skin and 22 inch waists).

I warmed up by doing 20 minutes on the rowing machine and 20 minutes on the elliptical trainer, then headed off for the spin class. I didn’t know who was doing the class today and hoped it wasn’t the shimmy shimmy clap clap instructor. Well, yes, of course, the shimmy shimmy clap clap instructor came along to take the class. And what a packed class it was. Every single bike was used. I’ve never seen a spin class so busy. Did everyone take the day off work today because it was unseasonably sunny? And then use that day off to go to the gym where the sun doesn’t shine? Possibly, I wouldn’t put anything past people in Ashford (I told my new tutor yesterday I lived in Ashford and she wrinkled her nose).

And so the class shimmied and clapped and dipped and dived and stood up and sat down and leaned from side to side, while I only took part in the sitting down and standing up bit. I am only able to follow the body pump instructor because it involves either doing things with your arms or doing things with your legs but not both at the same time. I am not cut out for bicycle aerobics. I am especially not cut out for waving my gym towel round my head and saying ‘woo’.

I decided to ignore all the shimmying and clapping and just do my own thing and eventually it was all over and I went to the changing rooms and there was a girl in front of me also going in and she held the door open for me and I said thank you and then I thought oh no, there are two more doors coming up in quick succession, what’s the etiquette if someone holds open three doors for you in the same number of seconds? Do you say thank you three times, or is saying it only the first time adequate manners and the other two go without saying? Because I’d already said thank you at the first door, I said ‘ta’ at the second door, then smiled at her at the third door and thought that was probably polite enough and I don’t think I ever thought what a flipping minefield manners are before.

Tomorrow’s exercise was going to be a run. Then I texted a friend to ask that as we were going to see each other on Friday, shall we postpone our lunch tomorrow and she said we were supposed to be meeting next week. (Each time I text her to see what time we’re meeting, she tells me I’ve got the week wrong and it’s the week after we’re meeting. I think we need to clarify what ‘next [weekday]’ means. Just as well I am one of life’s confirmers and I confirm any arrangements to meet up nearly every day leading up to the arranged (or what I think is the arranged) date). Anyway, after telling me that I’d got the date wrong, she reminded me that I was going to cycle to uni on Thursdays and now I could cycle this week after all. But I’d decided on a run and I can’t do both and although I had planned on cycling to uni on Thursdays I hadn’t planned to this week and I don’t like changing what I’ve arranged in my head to do. But I have got Paddock Wood Half coming up and I need to train for that and I haven’t run at all this week, so maybe running would be the best thing.

And if you’re wondering why this blog post is so long, it’s because our fiction tutor told us we must write 1000 words a day, that’s why.

Stats
Cycling: 5 miles
Rowing machine: 20 minutes
Elliptical-trainer: 20 minutes
Spin class: 45 minutes
Oaty gifts of flapjacks: 1
School of Rock DVDs: 1
Packages not for me: 1
Instructors waving gym towels round their heads saying ‘woo’: 1
Words: 1000

Back to uni today. Back to uni really early, too. A 9am start? What kind of time is that to start us all off with after a month off? And not only a 9am start, but a 5:30pm finish (which was spent at the end of the platform at Folkestone Central with a nutter singing and dancing to Michael Jackson. The song that goes ‘Annie are you [something or other]’ – you know the one. He was moonwalking and all sorts in front of me. V. annoying.

Still, although it was a long day, we did have a 2.5 hour break in between fiction and drama (oh, as well as the 45 minute break in the morning and the 20 minute ‘go outside and look at stuff and observe and write it down’ thing we also had).

In my 2.5 hour break, I decided to go for a walk down the beach. I saw Dungeness in the distance

and although walking that way was a bit gloomy, when me and my uni pal Lisa (who does a fab Zombie blog here) turned round to head back, it was lovely and sunny.

The only downside of today was our new fiction tutor telling us we have to read some Jane Austen.

Bah.

Stats
I haven’t got the hang of my new Garmin yet, but in total, I cycled and walked 8.71 miles.

After I blogged about my #plankaday yesterday, Warriorwoman decided she’d have a go too and managed 35 seconds. I congratulated her on Twitter for lasting longer than me and she admitted that beating me had been her target. Hmm, I said, like that is it? Ok then, well, I said, tomorrow I’m going to do a minute.

And I did. 1 minute 2 seconds. Ha!

Stats
Plank time: 1:02
Warriorwoman’s beaten: 1

I’ve seen people tweeting #plankaday (sorry Shaun. Shaun HATES seeing hashtags) for a while now and kept wanting to join in, but kept putting it off. Which is stupid really, because planking doesn’t take very long. Especially for me. I am the first to collapse in a heap or cheat and go onto my knees when we do the plank in body pump. I did try to get out of it yesterday by claiming that I had just had a shower and had clean clothes on but Rachel said that was no excuse. So I did my first #plankaday yesterday and kept it going for a whopping 19.6 seconds. Today I managed 31.5. Whoop. If you don’t know what planking is or want to find out more about #plankaday, you can find out here.

But I haven’t just plankathoned for Janathon as that would be really feeble. I also cycled 7ish miles by taking the very long way round to the farm shop (which is only a mile away).

Stats
Plank: 31.5 seconds
Cycling: 7.82 miles