I am officially the world’s biggest f**kwit

Oh yes, no one is more stupid than me. I got up bright and early at 6:30, was really looking forward to the race and not a nerve in sight. Got to Hyde Park Corner at 9, luckily Gary was early too so off we went to register which was a bit scary as we were the only ones there, then a few more people turned up but hardly a big turn out so I started thinking oh no, I’m going to be last and not even just last but ages behind everyone else but anyway, eventually the walkers walked off, and the buggypushers pushed off and then half an hour later, we (the runners, of which there were about 15 in the end) were allowed to go.

Everyone except me, Gary and another man sprinted off into the distance. A short while later me and my iPod left Gary and the other man as they slowed off a bit (Gary not helped by the dogs in the park, what with him being scared of dogs and that) and I was happily following a couple of girls in the not too far ahead distance (not in a stalking kind of way I should probably add, just in a I’ll follow them so I don’t get lost kind of way) and managed to overtake one of them as she slowed down and I was trying to keep up with – or at least keep in my view – the other girl so as not to get lost as the marshalls were a bit few and far between.

All was going well, right up until 3 miles. I was going faster than usual and thinking yay, I’m going faster than usual and I’m going to easily reach my target of under 35 minutes when, fuck me, we come to a crossroads and I’m thinking “there’s NO FUCKING MARSHALL THERE! Don’t they know I have no sense of direction? There’s only .1 of a mile left, I don’t want to stop and look at the map, I want to keep on going, and hopefully speed up and do a good time. No no no, this can’t be happening, do I go that way or that way? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ll go this way, I think this is where we came in. Oh shit, I don’t think the bandstand was this far down, I think I’ve gone the wrong way. Do I turn back or what? No point turning back, I’ll definitely be last then. Bugger. Oh, there’s the bandstand, what’s it doing over there? Shit, I can’t come through that way, they’ll think I’ve been cheating. Damn, I’ll just go and get changed and go home.”

Here’s a pic of where I took the wrong turning, the blue person is just my *ahem* artist’s impression of where a marshall would have been helpful, it’s not really a marshall, even I would have noticed a big blue stick person.

But yes, I do blame myself, as I don’t think anyone else went the wrong way, so it was just me being an idiot. So I plodded off to the toilet without anyone seeing me, got changed, met up with Gary and went to the pub. Am so pissed off, my first 5k and I completely f****d it up 🙁

Oh well, will carry on training for my 10k and memorise the route before I do it 🙂

Stats:
Miles: 3.05
Total time: 30.26
Average pace: 9:58 minute/mile
Average speed: 6mph
Max speed: 7.1mph
Total calories: 277
Weather:73F

Countdown to pizza o’clock

It occurred to me this morning that as I’ve been thinking about the pizza pledge running out tomorrow and getting excited about that (oh yes, my life is so empty I only have pizza to get excited about) , I hadn’t thought about whether I’m nervous or excited about the 5k tomorrow (a girl has to have her priorities straight, doesn’t she?).  Hmm, I hadn’t been nervous but now that thought has appeared in my head, I am a bit.  I’m really looking forward to it too although it’s been p*****g down here all day today and yes, I like running in the rain but no, I don’t want to be in town looking like a drowned rat and have everyone on the tube looking at me thinking “f*****g hell, look at the state of her”.  Plus I don’t want to get my pizza soggy by dripping on it.

Hopefully today’s rather inclement weather is the cause of my constant sniffing and my knee aching, and tomorrow I’m going to wake up raring to go, even if it does mean that I’m going to have to leave the house earlier than I do usually and, on a Saturday, that’s just wrong.  Why don’t they have races at a more civilised hour?  Early afternoon or something?  I could get my washing done first too.

Stats:
Days without pizza and chocolate: 29

Tick tock

The clock is ticking.  Actually, it’s not ticking because it’s digital.  But there’s only 2 days ’til I can have pizza again.  That’s only the day after tomorrow, yah!  But what if I have pizza again after all this time and now I don’t like it anymore?  Eek.

Gary said we can bet for pizza on Saturday if I want.  He would say that.  He knows as well as I do that if I bet I lose 🙁

He also said that I should be happy that he does read my blog, as none of my other friends do, and I shouldn’t just moan that he doesn’t comment on it.  He said there was no pleasing me.  He probably has a point.

Stats:
Days without pizza & chocolate: 28

Anyone got any spare energy?

F**k me, that was hard! I seriously wanted to give up after a mile but ploughed on, didn’t quite manage the 2.5 miles that was on today’s schedule but close enough and I’d finished a lap of the park and before I knew it, my feet had taken me through the front door to the sofa. I’m going to need some energy to kick in on Saturday, anyone got any spare?

As I was plodding round the sports field, the little voice in my head telling me to stop this running malarky and go home and get my dinner instead piped up, so I started thinking about pizza and I thought, I know, me and Gary could have a little bet on Saturday, and whoever finishes in the fastest time buys the pizza afterwards. But then I remembered that many years ago, we used to play pool for pizza, and anytime we had the bet, I always lost and not just because I was seriously crap at pool, as sometimes I did win, but never if we’d bet pizza, so it’d probably be a good idea not to mention that idea to him. Although he reads this blog, so I won’t have to mention it to him. But although he reads this blog, he never leaves a comment, and since he’s written three novels, you’d think he could string a few words together and come up with a comment instead of copying and pasting parts into emails to me and then commenting.

Am resting now until Saturday. Pizza, here I come! Oh, there is some running involved on Saturday, not just pizza. 🙂

Stats:
Miles: 2.31
Total time: 24:03
Average pace: 10:24 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.8mph
Max speed: 8.2mph
Total calories: 229
Average heart rate: 174bpm
Maximum heart rate: 185bpm
Weather: 68F
Yesterday’s oddest search engine query: will ruby tuesday sponsor me?
Another odd search engine query: jogging song hits runners
Days without pizza and chocolate: 26
Music:
Happy Mondays – Step On
Air – Lucky and Unhappy
Sonic Youth – My Friend Goo
Cristina – Temporarily Yours
The Jam – Town Called Malice
The Cooper Temple Clause – The Lake

Rubbish run

F**k me, that was feeble! My feebleness was no doubt caused by the wine I had last night, not to mention the wine and four packets of crisps I had the night before. Right then, serious training head goes back on next week. Well, until Thursday that is as me and Tracey are going out for a Wetherspoon’s £4.49 curry and drink, what with us being the classy chicks that we are. Although now might be a good time to tell Tracey that I’m not really keen on curry.

So, my run this morning was v. feeble and I walked most of it which was a waste of time as anyone who knows me can confirm, I don’t see the point in walking unless you’re actually going somewhere. My walk was made marginally more exciting though by the man in full riding gear that I saw.

Oh, and my next new toy is going to be the new iPod Shuffle. How cute is that? And only £55, bargain! But it’s not out ’til October, and I want it now. I don’t care if patience is a virtue. I’m not sure I want to be virtuous anyway.

All four cows are still there, yay.

(Highly inaccurate due to me turning off the Garmin for a bit) stats:
Miles: 2.66
Total time: 32:50
Average pace: 12:21 minute/mile
Average speed: 4.9mph
Max speed: 6.5mph
Total calories: 246
Weather: 69F
Men in full riding gear: 1
Cows: 4
Yesterday’s oddest search engine query: octopus sunday morning show
Days without pizza and chocolate: 23
Music:
Ash – Angel Interceptor
Graham Coxon – Hopeless Friend
Babyshambles
The Killers
Manic Street Preachers – S.Y.M.M.
Transvision Vamp – I Want Your Love
Cardiacs – Wind and Rain is Cold
Cribs – You’re Gonna Lose Us
The The – Uncertain Smile

All downhill from here

Due to overindulging at lunchtime and having a huge Turkish feast, I spent the afternoon feeling like a spacehopper so decided not to go to the running club in case I held them up even more than I did last week (although I’m not sure that would be possible). So I just stuck to my 10k schedule and went out for 2.5 miles.

Decided to do one of my old routes that takes me down the market. Was v. strange running that route again after 8 months and not having to stop after 2 minutes 🙂 And running down the market dodging pikeys is easy as it’s slightly downhill.

There was an old lady at the traffic lights who started talking to me. I couldn’t hear a word she was saying due to having my iPod world filter on, so I just nodded and smiled, hoping I was nodding appropriately and she wasn’t telling me that her goldfish had just died or something.

I’m definitely getting quicker. I know your speed’s supposed to improve if you join a running club but I’d have thought you’d have to go more than once before you see an improvement 🙂

So, just a week and four days to train so I can “wipe the floor with Gary” (Bernard’s words, not mine. Heh heh, now he’s in trouble) at the 5k. Which also means just a week and four days ’til I can have pizza again. Not that I’m counting or anything. I had to check with Gary today if Turkish pizza counted. He said of course it did. Damn.

Stats:
Miles: 2.5
Total time: 25:34
Average pace: 10:12 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.9mph
Max speed: 7.4mph
Total calories: 214
Weather: 77F
Old ladies holding me up talking about f**k knows what: 1
Days without pizza and chocolate: 19
Music:
Bobby Conn – In The Creamfields
Ween – Mutilated Lips
The Libertines – Begging
Kula Shaker – Temple of Everlasting Light
Catatonia – Dazed, Beautiful and Bruised
Transvision Vamp – Andy Warhol’s Dead
The Farmers Boys – In The Country

Powered by water flavoured with a hint of citrus

Well, I’m not hungover in a major way as I was practically tee total last night. In a I would have been tee total if I hadn’t had anything to drink kind of way. But much to Bernard’s surprise, I only had lime and soda (note the missing vodka bit) in the Fox which probably wasn’t a good idea as I think a drink might have lessened the pain a bit although what with the half an hour wait to get served, there would have been a good chance of sobering up in between drinks anyway.

But my steely resolve not to drink got less steely by the time we got to the next pub and I had some vodka. Yum. Even more yum was the wine in the next pub. And if I hadn’t got bored rigid by the people Gary had started talking to and completely ignoring me in the process I would have stayed and drunk more so it was probably just as well I headed for home. Although if I had stayed longer, I wouldn’t have met the strange man on the train. What an idiot. Why do I always end up meeting nutters when I leave the pub early? I’ll just have to stay in the pub longer next time, shame 🙂

So after my relatively moderate night I got up early and went for a run. I would have gone out earlier if I hadn’t got waylaid by my very nice but very chatty neighbour. I had checked to see if the coast was clear to put my Garmin outside to get a signal but she must have been hiding in the bushes to ambush me as there she was and we had a pleasant half hour chat about sparrows and starlings and a woman who apparently goes to Sainsburys and buys four loaves of bread and some scones purely to feed the birds with and if she has too much money then she should give it to charity and not feed the birds as they’re vermin and get in her attic and make noise and keep her awake and her son has to get up at 1 in the morning and get rid of them. If I was her, I’d be more worried about her middle aged son still living with her than a woman who feeds the birdies. It’s not right for men over 20 to be living with their mums. Says me.

Anyway, I had a good run and it would look like I’m going to reach my target of under 35 minutes for the 5k. Yes, it’s slow, but I don’t do fast 🙂

Oops, nearly forgot, good luck for tomorrow joggerblogger! He’s doing a half marathon tomorrow. Bernard reckons I won’t be able to do one this time next year. Right, I’ll show him. But as Gary pointed out, Bernard is negative about everything. This is a man who was panicking about missing the train in Brighton. Although we were sitting in a pub opposite the station and had 30 minutes left. Not the carefree devil may care attitude one would expect from a rock fan.

Stats:
Miles: 3.13
Total time: 33:33
Average pace: 10:43 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.6mph
Max speed: 7.4mph
Total calories: 292
Weather: 69F
Neighbours holding me up for half an hour talking about sparrows: 1
Cows: 4
Days without pizza and chocolate: 16
Music:
Gorillaz – Feel Good Inc.
Dirty Pretty Things – Puffin’ On A Coffin Nail
Rolling Stones – Time Is On My Side
Sex Pistols – God Save The Queen
Bobby Conn – 69 Annee Erotique
Sex Pistols – No Feelings
Nirvana – Polly
Yesterday’s oddest search engine query to arrive at this blog
Chavs getting arrested

Resistance isn’t futile

Aarrgghh, Tracey emailed me this afternoon and asked me if I wanted to go for a drink after work but I had my serious training head on and declined, citing serious training head on reasons and not wanting to mess up my new serious training schedule type thing in its first week. I then obviously spent the rest of the afternoon wanting to go for a drink, but I was strong and I resisted. I think I must be getting old or something.

My resistance paid off too, as I went for a two mile run this evening and took on board what one of the women from the running club said about tweaking my running and pushing myself a bit further (yes, sometimes I do listen to what people say. Not often though, heh heh) and so I went a bit faster than usual and managed to shave about a minute per mile off my pace. Woo, go me!

Tomorrow’s serious training schedule type thing is to go to the pub. It doesn’t actually say that but it will when I cross out the word “rest” and write “pub” in it’s place for the next 8 Fridays 🙂 But it is very important to go to the pub tomorrow as the Intrepid Fox in Soho is shutting down and as anyone with any knowledge of the rock scene will know, that is the end of an era. Probably the biggest end of an era since, um, the last big end of an era.

So if I’m hungover in a major way and don’t run before Sunday and therefore don’t blog – joggerblogger, have a great half-marathon on Sunday and good luck!

Which reminds me, Gary said I should do a half-marathon so I said, no it’s too far, and he said but you’ve gone from 50 yards to 5 miles in eight months so it’s not out of the question, so I said oh, ok then, this time next year I’ll do a half-marathon. Why do I keep letting myself get talked into these things? Sigh.

Stats:
Miles: 2.15
Total time: 22:26
Average pace: 10:26 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.7mph
Max speed: 9.1mph
Total calories: 189
Weather: 69F
Invitations to the pub turned down: 1
Days without pizza and chocolate: 14
Music:
Pixies – Debaser
Scissor Sisters – The Skins
The Rolling Stones – As Tears Go By
Bobby Conn – Maria B
Pixies – Holiday Song
Primal Scream – Higher Than the Sun

Nightclubbing

I went to a running club tonight and what a friendly bunch of people they were! Although they were also a complete bunch of sadists and made me run 4 miles at a faster pace than I’m used to. They were right to push me though as, left to my own devices, I reckon tonight I’d have probably shuffled a mile or so then given up and gone home.

They didn’t even mind that although I was going faster than I usually go, I was still the slowest. The 70+ year old man who had looped back to come and run back with me (thank you Tom) said his wife was as slow as me. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to make me feel better? Wonder if I’ll be doing 20 minute 5ks when I’m his age? Yeah, right.

Anyway, I was v. pleased with my 4 mile run and shall be going back next Tuesday although it has completely messed up my schedule which only started yesterday. Today’s run was supposed to be 2.5 miles. Oh well.

Also my “no drinking ’til after the 10k” which soon turned into “no drinking until after the 5k” tonight turned into “yay I went to a running club and ran 4 miles so I think I deserve a glass of wine”, so I went home via the offy. I haven’t had a drink for a week (yes, that’s a whole 7 days, eek!) and I can tell you this wine tastes sooooooooooooooooo nice 🙂 Yum yum.

Stats:
No stats as I didn’t wear my Garmin but I went 4 miles and it’s been 12 days since I had a pizza or any chocolate (or crisps for that matter, even though crisps weren’t part of the bet).

Oddest search engine query of the day:
2 asian girls and octopus

Powered by malt loaf

I was trying to avoid the shops on the way home last night but had to get cat food and my local shop that used to not sell alcohol now sells it and I’d said to myself that I wasn’t going to drink last night even though it was Friday and on Fridays beer o’clock officially starts at 5pm so I had to shut my eyes walking past the wine on the way to the cat food and just as I thought it was all over, there were the chocolate bars at the till. Waaaaaaaaaaa. I was strong though and went home with only my purchase of cat food. Yay, go me.

But all was not lost as, when I got home, I remembered that I’d brought back a Soreen malt loaf with me (the handy ones already sliced with butter on them, yum) that I hadn’t eaten at work. Mmm, sweety goodness after all, hurrah!

So it just goes to show that I can run on a diet that doesn’t include pizza, alcohol and chocolate as this morning I did 3.3 miles with no walking breaks. Woo.

I decided to do my route backwards this morning, which doesn’t mean I ran backwards (although I might try that one day when I get really bored or hungover enough not to care if I look like a complete twat) but I ran the route in reverse. Well, you know what they say, variety is the spice of life and change is as good as a rest. So obviously now after running over 3 miles, I feel really rested. Yeah, right. And as for feeling like my life has now been spiced up, well I don’t really think I’m that sad that a backwards route is going to spice up my life. Not much, anyway.

I think I must be a bit sad though, or at least a bit mad as, now that I’m home, it’s started to rain and I’m thinking “bugger, why didn’t it rain when I was out?”.

I saw a bunny when I was out. Aaaawwwwww 🙂 And all four cows are still there. I’m keeping my eye on them to make sure there are none missing. I’ve got quite attached to them now.

There was also a strange man who I followed over the footbridge. Not followed as in a I’m a stalker kind of way (and if I was a stalker, I certainly wouldn’t be stalking old men with bald patches [note to men – if you’re going bald, shave your head, looks better than a bald patch, honest]), but I’d got to the footbridge and had to get over it to go home. I don’t trust men over the marshes on their own without dogs. He didn’t murder me though, so that was handy as that would really have buggered up my training.

As of next week, I’m in training for a 10k at the end of October. It’s on a Sunday morning. Oh. Shit. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t drink on a Saturday night. Not sure when I last saw a Sunday morning either. What have I done?

Stats:
Miles: 3.3
Total time: 36:53
Average pace: 11:11 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.3mph
Max speed: 6.8mph
Total calories: 268
Weather: 66F
Bunnies: 1
Cows: 4
Strange men without dogs: 1
Days without pizza and chocolate: 9
Music:
Gary Numan – I Die : You Die
Pixies – Gouge Away
Garbage – Wicked Ways
The Cranberries – Salvation
Morcheeba – Alice Russell – Someday Blindside
Abba – Dancing Queen
Boomtown Rats
Arctic Monkeys – I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
Baby Teeth – End of Actress
The Electric Soft Parade – Biting the Soles of my Feet

1 107 108 109 110 111 118