Hills, hills, hills   Leave a comment

A slightly different Monday morning this week. Laura, from Tom’s group, had invited me to go to a Scaravelli yoga class in Hangleton. I hadn’t heard of this type of yoga before so looked it up. I much preferred it to the various yogas I have tried over the years. I did manage to get stuck in a shoulder stand right at the end though.

17 hours in

On Tuesday it was the start of the windy weather so I decided to go out and do some hills having not done any for centuries (so it felt). As I suffer from severe wind rage doing hills makes sense as there can be no focus on pace so it doesn’t matter how slow I am as I can blame both the hills and the wind. I took on board what I learnt whilst listening to a Running Commentary podcast, that I shouldn’t be doing long runs just to get them over with but should try and do them for the point of them and try and remain present within them rather than wishing they were over. Somehow I managed 10 miles so it must have worked.

The wind was still thrashing and after Tuesday’s unexpected 10 I didn’t run in the morning and just went to vibe on Wednesday evening.

Due to the perseverance of the wind I went for another hilly run on Thursday morning. I went and had a look at a new hilly loop that goes up King George VI but down Woodland Avenue instead of Woodland Drive. It was much better as Avenue is nice and wide and you can see the driveways whereas Drive isn’t and there’s always the fear of being mown down by someone coming out of their drive. Also I’ve yet to fall over on Avenue (seeing as that was the first time I’ve run it). 8.5 miles this time and a faster average pace even though I wasn’t putting in any more effort (as little as possible) than Tuesday. Bodypump in the evening as usual.

A full rest day on Friday in preparation for more hills on Saturday. Though it was only a jog of Hove Park parkrun. Rob jogged with me and it felt a lot easier than runs of the same time that I’ve done on my own. However because it was wet and mild I was bitten by the Beast of Hove Park. I thought I’d got away with it this year but alas not. Luckily it’s quite high up my shin so the massive swollen shiny tightness isn’t impeding any joints or making it impossible to fit my shoe on (or swell my knee up to unbendable proportions as it did to Val).

The Beast strikes again

As usual I didn’t feel it at the time but discovered it once ensconced in the first of two charity bodypump classes. Rob was unaffected as The Beast obviously has great taste so only goes for juicy lady leg.

I decided to rest today (Sunday) as it was still windy and I’ve done enough hills this week and extra pump so must rest. I didn’t quite make it to 30 miles but 27 will do especially as at least 20 were hilly.


Posted 11/11/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Cripes   Leave a comment

Why is it that I always do so much? I don’t feel like I have but then I come to do this and there’s so ruddy much to write about!

So let us begin, as always, with Monday. Because I’m trying to rack up a minimum of 30 miles a week I did a nice easy run in the morning. In the evening track was a dream come true. 12 x 500 parlauf style. What could better? Nothing. A good rep length, a long recovery (as long as you remember not to pair with someone really fast), and I fluked the leg where you can cut cross behind the goalposts to get to the next start point. Though this isn’t so great when a football team is warming up. Favourite track session for ages even though my legs gave up somewhere around rep 8 (good as usually my lungs give out long before my legs even get a look in). Bob even praised me a few times. He must have been ill.

On Tuesday I was a little more sensible and didn’t run in the morning. This was because I knew Tom’s session of 10 x 800 was going to be hard and I wanted to do it properly. For possibly the only time ever I managed to set off at a sensible pace so I could complete all 10 with no severe loss of pace towards the end. In fact even Tom said I did well. Two lots of praise in two days.

Sensibleness prevailed again on Wednesday morning. In the evening it was Halloween vibe. So in fact vibe. I did draw whiskers on my face with permanent marker and put my cat ears on as Bryan had asked for fancy dress but it turned out to be just him and a woman who’d gone for it. Thus I, for once, looked like the least of the party poopers. Because I hadn’t run in the morning I was able to fully destroy myself within a few minutes. Hooray! The permanent marker stayed put and the ears kept my hair out of my eyes (time for a haircut).

Same again on Thursday except this time with no whiskers or ears at bodypump in the evening. I was suffering a severe lack of coordination and really had trouble with the routines and coordination. This doesn’t usually happen. I felt like one of those people who insist on clapping even when they have no sense of rhythm. Not my finest hour (actually 45 minutes).

Surprisingly and unexpectedly I ran almost 11 miles on Friday. I was overdressed (dammit why do I believe the weather forecast) and had moderate prom rage so even more of a surprise.

Proto massage on Saturday to prepare for today which was the Gunpowder Trot. And trot I did. Nary a canter. I only went because Rob promised me tea and cake. Once more I was overdressed and got far too hot (even moving at 0mph).

My hair fell down

Snuck in 32 miles for the week. Good sessions at the start of the week and an unexpected long. Looks horribly windy next week. Oh joy.

Posted 04/11/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Miles and miles   Leave a comment

Monday started the week, as it often does. Which meant track. A good session this week. (3 x) 1000, 800, 600, with last 300 of each faster. 90s recovery. I even led one of the 1000 reps. Pleasing.

As I’m still trying to do at least 30 miles a week (which is tricky when I can’t seem to do more than 6 miles at a time) I went out for a short and easy run on Tuesday morning. In the evening Tom was holding a 5k race to say farewell to Dionysis who is going back to Greece (in fact he’ll be back there now). I hoped to be able to run a better time than my recent parkruns and indeed I did, clocking 22.05.

Hid my shoes behind my back forgetting my socks were in plain sight

Another easy run on Wednesday morning, 6 miles this time. In the evening I managed to kill myself in vibe. Again. Why is it so difficult not to die in Bryan’s class?

Dragged myself out for 4 miles on Thursday morning. Somewhat broken and cricked of neck which didn’t help. Come evening it was off to bodypump which I hoped might uncrick my neck. It didn’t but it didn’t aggravate it at all. My poor legs though! I’d dropped back down to my normal weight (it’s amazing how much harder it is with a mere 2.5kg extra) but the squat track was a wobbling yikes fest. Then later lunges and more squats. Crikey indeed!

Thank goodness for Friday rest day.

Saturday was so utterly freezing. Seemingly even worse after last Saturday being over 20 degrees. It was the Arena parkrun superseries in Peacehaven. It really liked the course but the run was spoilt somewhat by thinking my nose may die and fall off, along with my fingers, ears and face. I felt like I was running rather well considering but was actually exceptionally slow.

Two feet off!

Trying to pretend we weren’t all dying of hypothermia

Today (Sunday) I finished the week with an easy 5.5 miles to ensure I broke the magical 30 miles a week barrier.

Posted 28/10/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Lots of not very much   3 comments

I decided to see what running to MDWAP was like. Val had managed 17 miles of it once and remained alive so I thought I should be able to manage one chapter. The chapter length lent itself to 4 miles. I remained upright and unsectioned. A success.

In the evening I went to track, mainly to collect my trophy. I feared I wouldn’t be able to do anything fast after the spaghetti incident had made my torso feel like I’d done 10000000 sit ups. I was correct. Luckily (for me) Paul and Tristan were just jogging round so I joined them. A shame as the weather was perfect for a good hard session but no matter. It was equally good for another slow run.

On Tuesday I set off for a long run, then became too bored to make it past 9.

I was determined to make it past 30 miles this week so set off again on Wednesday morning. I only managed 6 miles. I don’t seem to have any staying power with long runs at the moment. Or any speed for short runs. The perfect combination!

I was aware that I had had no rest day since last Friday so didn’t have a rest day on Thursday. No run in the morning but bodypump in the evening. I went back to my normal weights to try and give my thrashed legs a break. I didn’t give my thrashed legs a break.

Another 6 miles on Friday.

Saturday was Hove Park parkrun again. I was rubbish again.

Today (Sunday) was the Arena 10k. I was on cup duty. Luckily it wasn’t windy so I didn’t need to sprint back and forth on the seafront chasing errant receptacles. My cupping skills are unparalleled. I did however boil to death as, once again, I assumed it couldn’t be THAT hot. It could, and was.

Just scraped 34 miles for the week.

Posted 21/10/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Death by spaghetti   Leave a comment

On Monday I decided to try and help Rick with some fast 400s as he always helping me by pacing the longer reps. The session was (3 x) 1k (1m), 700m, 100j, 400f. Helping Rick meant I had to keep up the pace in the 400s whereas usually I’d probably die off in the middle. I don’t know if I was actually that helpful for Rick but it helped me at least.

I rested on Tuesday. Then I made a terrible (in hindsight) error. I ate the free edamame spaghetti we got at the Bright10. It did not agree with me.

This ruined my plan to run on Wednesday morning but I did go to vibe on Wednesday evening.

Same for Thursday. No run, bodypump in the evening.

Another rest on Friday.

I wanted to have a proper go at Hove Park parkrun on Saturday but it was not to be. It took a kilometre to get the vibe and pump out of my legs and then stomach ache set in. DAMN YOU SPAGHETTI.

Today (Sunday) I managed 6 miles but the last one was hindered by the return of the stomach ache. Sorry spaghetti if it was just a coincidence but you shall never be eaten by me again. Though all the “action” has given me abs of steel.

Somehow I still did 15 miles for the week.

Roll on next week. Spaghetti free.

Posted 14/10/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

More stuff   Leave a comment

Ran out of imagination for the title.

Gah, I’ve done too much, for typing purposes, again.

Monday track. 5 x 1200 broken into tempo, faster sections. I put in the effort but felt pretty snotty and feeble.

On Tuesday I made the stupid mistake of going to Tom’s session even though I was too ill. The session would have been perfect, 4 x 2500m, but I was too tired and cold. I managed to stop after two as I was seriously flagging so hopefully I didn’t do too much damage.

On Wednesday I went out for an old skool LSR with Rob. I was utterly knackered and then Rob fell over. Turns out he is the king of the long surface graze. Not one of our finest efforts.

Before it all went wrong

In the evening I went to vibe. I managed/was forced through decrepitude to take it a bit easier.

On Thursday I did nothing until pump in the evening. Rick made us all add pink weights to our normal squat weights. So little additional weight, so much additional death. I decided to keep it on for the chest track too. Then realised I was a fool and went back to normal thereafter.

I actually rested on Friday.

I went to Hove Park parkrun on Saturday just to see how Rob’s many injuries were getting on. I did run too but didn’t strive for anything as I knew I had Bright10 to contend with on Sunday.

Which was today. Because my racing is upsetting currently as I’m so far off form I have become Val’s personal pacer. After her excellent sub 24 parkrun last week I discovered I like pacing (not sure how Val feels about it!) and it’s the perfect way to do a race without disappointing myself. Val had agreed to let me decide on the pace without her knowing so she couldn’t put herself off thinking it would be too fast. I had planned to stick as closely to an 8.30mm average pace which would take us to 1.25. Which would be a 6 minute chunk off Val’s time from last year. Small disaster after about 400 m when my best socks decided to fail and fall into my shoe. I sent Val on ahead whilst I hoisted them up, then had to sub 6 to catch her up. Thankfully from then on all went well. Val is excellent at pacing herself and knows exactly what she needs to do so I was mainly an incessantly jabbering fool who carried the water and fed lucozade tablets on demand. All the way we were ahead of pace and at no stage did I let on to Val by how much she was going to destroy last year’s time. By the last two miles I was struggling to keep with her.

Perfectly synchronised two feet off

My best angle

Val cruising to a 7 minute plus pb

World class spectating and photographing posse. Thank you Rob and Tristan

First time over 30 miles for the week in ages.

Posted 07/10/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Too much stuff   1 comment

Not too much stuff in an overtraining way but too much stuff in an “oh for goodness sake now I’ll have to one finger type flipping loads” way. Luckily I have many photos this week.

Monday was track as always. This week was 8 x 800. Except it wasn’t! Each rep we had to start ten metres further back yet complete the “800” in the same time. This was a job for Rick and his metronomic pacing skills. Alas he only did the first 5 so I had to fend for myself in the last three. I think they were ok. 45 seconds recovery is a travesty.

On Tuesday I was able to do a long run without the aid of a train. 10 miles round and about on the seafront. I don’t think it was a good idea doing straight after a flu jab as I suddenly died at around 6 miles. Dans le sack.

Death had well and truly set in by Wednesday so I didn’t run in the morning and saved my meagre strength for the evening’s magic miles. Last lot of the year. Damn you early darkness! I wanted to do both again. Sam also wanted to do both with the first as a nice gentle warm up, thus he could pace me. This was excellent. Definitely employ him if you require pacing.

Politely allowing me to ‘win’ the first race

This was the best mile I’ve ever run. Not in terms of time (6.25) but in running it strongly, smoothly and consistently. Thank you Sam!

In mile 2 I was left to my own devices so it was more my usual style. Die a bit in the middle then sprint at the end. 6.35 for this one. Thanks Dave for trying to sprint past me near the end as I was going to just tootle in but the race was on! Bye bye Dave.

Speed blur! Thank you Joel for the photo

Thursday was double class day. Full length vibe in the morning. Somehow I was able to be sensible and didn’t totally kill myself. Could this be… progress? Then again in the evening for Bodypump™️. My favourite chest track made an appearance this week which was excellent. Rick was a bit late so no time for Core. Tragedy! Fliptonnes of lunges though.

I rested on Friday as I had extremely important business to attend to on Saturday. Pacing Val to sub 24 at prom parkrun. I’ve never paced before so had no idea if I’d be any help whatsoever. I had planned to keep our average pace at 7.40mm for a 23.50 finish.

Bang on pace at halfway

Val didn’t really need pacing as she kept leaving me behind as she expertly wove through runners and I get stuck. Also she was really strong into the wind. She preempted all my instructions. She knew what she was doing and just needed someone to be accountable to when she felt like slacking off. She utterly smashed her pb of 24.02 and her sub 24 target with 23.38.

Happy Val (and relieved pacer)

Today (Sunday) I dragged my decaying form to Barns Green for the 10k. So many bands en route! Loved the tuba.

Some of the BG posse

Most people were doing the half. Thus the 10k was a lonely affair as there was nobody anywhere near for most of it. I was still feeling a bit bleurgh with a cold/flu jab ails. I just tried to keep up the effort and not have too many slumpisodes. Another terrible time in the bag but that’s all I could manage on the day so I’ll accept it. Then…

What the HELL! Turns out I’d won the v40-49 category. Ridiculous. Mark had stayed in for the prize giving and discovered this fact. Never in a billion years did I think I’d win anything.

Anyway, a good week over all even though somewhat dampened by the low level illness that I’m blaming on the flu jab.

Somehow I managed 28 miles. Good.

Now to post before I accidentally delete it all.

Posted 30/09/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

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