Archive for December 2017

Oops! Nearly forgot.   1 comment

Stupid Christmas meaning I totally forgot it’s Sunday.

Monday really WAS Christmas which means bonus parkrun! Hoorah. I did have to cycle over to Preston Park but that’s not so bad on Christmas Day as no cars. Hoopla! I tried to replicate Saturday’s success but as I’d succeeded on Saturday and run 10 miles on Sunday I was a little too tired and only managed 22.15. I still tried though and, as I never stop wanging on about, the trying is what is important at the moment. I need to remember that just because my times are not very good at the moment that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried (except when I haven’t which hasn’t been recently).

444 festive parkrunners … and a partridge in a pear tree

Tuesday was back over to Preston Park (more cars this time) for the Boxing Day Races. It was very windy but I decided to stick to my plan of going with Cathy for as long as possible (knowing she gets faster as I get slower). I stuck with her for a lap then she gradually pulled away over the next 3. Well actually I slowed down. However, again, I did try and even managed to speed up on the last lap rather than peter out and give up. Once again a slow time but I was reasonably pleased especially with my efforts up the hill (the race goes on the inside of the park now so it’s a shorter but much lumpier, off road uphill).

Never waste a step past the finish line

Some of Tom’s group post race

I took Wednesday as a rest day as the weather was too horrific to contemplate and also I was rather tired after lots of effortful running.

Thursday was much better weather wise so I took the opportunity to get a long run in. I knew the prom would be utterly rammed with people, dogs and children. It was even worse. I had always planned to run mostly up and down Basin Road to try and avoid them but I couldn’t even do the Shoreham Arm bit as they were EVERYWHERE. I managed 10 miles but it was horrendous.

As was the weather on Friday so I crossed trained by carrying a massive sack of cat litter home from Tesco (along with all my normal shopping).

On Saturday I had planned a hard parkrun, a proper plan, motivational words on Arm, the whole hog. The weather forecast was for reasonably strong winds but balmy conditions. IT LIED. IT LIED SO BADLY. I know I’ve mentioned my wind rage before but I’d actually been very good with remaining calm. Today that was ruined as it was so bloody windy it was impossible to breathe or move. A man spat and it was whipped straight into my mouth. I cannot speak any further about the hideousness of this run.

I had hoped to redeem myself (redeem isn’t the right word but hey ho) today by doing a tempo run on the treadmill. My gym was closed so I bought a PayAsUGym code for the one near me which was open. Unfortunately the treadmills were rather rickety, or rather they weren’t on a flat surface so not only very noisy to run on but very wobbly. I had wanted to do 6.55 mile pace/4.17k/14kmph but after 2k I knew it wasn’t to be today (once again I’d been doing myself a disservice on how hard my preceding week’s running had been). I found it very hard to get a proper breath in (even though my treadmill had a built in fan – so modern) and my post it wouldn’t stick and just everything combined to make it doomed to failure. However I’d paid £6 so I promised myself that I’d get to 12k (7.5 miles) even though I had to drop the pace to 12kmph. Just one of those days, but I ground it out having to look at the blasted time and distance inexorably moving onwards at a snail’s pace.

That’s that for 2017.

Roll on 2018

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Posted 31/12/2017 by Isobel Muir in Running

Hamstricken   1 comment

After the hamstring foolishness of Sunday I rested on Monday. It was the Arena after-track Christmas social so I went to that to at least be in the vicinity of runners for a bit. Mulled wine and Doritos are great recovery fuel right?

As I hadn’t been to Core & Stretch for a few weeks I thought perhaps that could have some bearing on the hamstring troubles so off I went. I’ve been very good at being sensible so I was prepared to take it very easily if necessary. In fact my hamstrings were completely fine. It’s obviously something in the act of running/walking/cycling that they don’t like.

I had wanted to do Tom’s handicap 10k in the evening but there was no way that could happen so I went along to help John timekeep. It was bloody impossible! The trouble with a handicap is everyone comes in at once so it was impossible to write all the names down. I see now why races make you wear numbers. I fortified myself afterwards with some prosecco and received a box of mince pies for my efforts.

On Wednesday I went to Toby’s class as usual. He added some totally new kettlebell moves. I loved them as I miss the kettlebell class I used to go to that was stopped. Yet I also knew I’d pay for them later. Slow side bends and something where you have foot on bench The Thinker style then do a very slow backwards tricep lift thing (I don’t think that’s it official name). In fact I was already paying for them before the class finished, though actually that’s better as it meant no DOMS to speak of (yet, but it is Saturday now so I think I’ve got away with it).

By Thursday I thought that was plenty of not running so went out for a little hamstring test run. Still pretty much a disaster. Dr Google suggested various things to try so I got stuck in. Being so very sensible, as is my wont, I rested fully on Friday.

On Saturday I decided to try out the prom. Rather, try out my leg on the prom at parkrun. Luckily (for me) Rob was feeling a bit groo so was able to drop back and shout at me. I always do better with someone forcing me onwards. So now I have a start point to improve from. 21.32. My hamstring was still slightly dodgy so I didn’t want to anger it with a full on sprint at the end so that’s the only place I could have done better at. The main thing is I definitely tried. Tristan was worried I was actually dead at the end so there was external evidence that I did indeed try.

Before Rob arrived for pacing duty

Next I want to complete a parkrun with the average pace below 7 minute miling. Alas this one was 7.01.

So here we are on Christmas Eve (completely irrelevant and of no interest to me whatsoever [bah humbug always]). I needed to get a longish run in as there’s parkrun tomorrow and the Boxing Day 5 mile race on, you guessed it, Boxing Day. It was far too windy and drizzly and mild to be in any way Christmassy. It was Christmassy insofar as everyruddybody was getting in my way on the prom though. So I headed off up Basin Road as usual to get away from PEOPLE. Anyway I managed 10 miles at an acceptable pace, especially as it was so windy.

To finish here is a struggle I’m sure others of you suffer.

Why are running tights always so blinking short?I don’t want freezing ankles thank you. Not to mention the titillation to any men or ladies who glimpse my well turned, yet possible frozenblue, lower leg joints

Posted 24/12/2017 by Isobel Muir in Running

Putting all my eggs in one Wednesday basket   Leave a comment

I had planned to do a treadmill session on Monday in lieu of track which I thought would be called off due to ice (it was). However the forecast was extremely strong winds and freezing temperatures and heavy rain so I was ordered not to cycle in such treacherous conditions and being the obedient sort I didn’t.

On Tuesday I was going to either do a long run or go to Core & Stretch but the freezing temperatures and damp ground made me fear everything would be too icy so I did nothing again.

By Wednesday the weather was more amenable so I cycled to the gym to do the postponed Monday treadmill interval session. 6 x 1k in 3.45 (16kmph/18.45 5k pace/6.02mm). 2 minutes recovery walk. I thought this should be ok as I can do 13.5 minutes solidly at 16kmph so not even 4 minutes should be easy right? Not right. I had the post it note on the display as usual and had set my watch to buzz at the start/end of the reps so every time it beeped I pressed the button to change the pace to/from walk to run pace. From the start I found it harder than I’d hoped. Maybe because I’d done absolutely nothing for 3 days. Anyway I had been informed I MUSTN’T FAIL. So I didn’t. I was utterly knackered when I got home and wasn’t sure I’d be able to muster the energy to go to work but obviously I did. I then went back in the evening and did weights back on full heaviness. Three days of nothing followed by two of the hardest things I’ve done. Hmmmmmmm.

Which leads me on to Thursday. Oh. My. God. Soooooooooo utterly ruined and dead and devoid of anything pertaining to life. I still tried to do a long run because I am 100% an idiot. Managed 5.5 miles of almost 10 minute miling.

Absolute Isobellend. I did at least not attempt to do Tom’s mile reps in the evening even though I really wanted to as it would have been a disaster.

I finally dredged up some sort of sense and did nothing on Friday except eat and try and regain some sort of strength and semblance of normality.

On Saturday it was the Arena superseries Age Grading parkrun in Hove Park. It was so icy I didn’t even attempt to run it. I just went there for the social aspect and the team photo (though who knows why as I hate photos).

Thanks Danny for the photo

I discovered that my right hamstring had become destroyed at some point (probably on the Wednesday of death) so a mini-stride shuffle was all I could manage anyway.

Today (Sunday) I wanted to do a long run but my blasted hamstring wasn’t very happy. I hoped it might loosen of over the course of the run but it got progressively tighter so I got progressively slower ending up just under 10 minute miling. Just over 10 miles in total. The moral of this story is don’t try and do all the hardest things ever on the same day.

Let’s hope I can be sensible and allow my hamstring to heal. Ha!

Posted 17/12/2017 by Isobel Muir in Running

Titular tat   Leave a comment

As it wasn’t too windy on Monday I thought it best to test the remaining level of ill with an easy run on the seafront rather than waste a non windy morning and possibly discover I wasn’t well enough for track once I arrived there in the evening. I managed an uneventful 8 miles with just a few coughs. An almost metronomic 8.30mm pace.

Buoyed by this success I decided to make the most of Tuesday also not being windy to go out for a proper long run. Disaster! I’d had a relapse and only managed 5.3 miles at just under 9mm pace. Annoying as if I’d known this would happen I’d have gone to Core & Stretch as usual instead. There was a chance for redemption though as Tom’s evening session was 3 x 1 mile + a continuous 5k to finish. I’d always planned to just do the mile reps. This time they were spread over the 5k route rather than the usual up and done at the lagoon end. This was fine but it meant the first mile was totally wind behind, the second half behind half in face and the last one fully into the wind. I was pleased with my times of 6.32, 6.40 and 6.45. Not the speediest but I really tried which is the point for me at the moment and as I still had the never ending cough I accepted that that was as good as I’d get.

I did nothing on Wednesday morning as I thought that was probably sensible after double Tuesday. I did however go back to my normal weights at class in the evening after having had to drop to half that during the lingering cold of nonsense.

I rested fully on Thursday.

On Friday I decided to have another go at the 16kmph-until-I-drop on the treadmill. 13 and a half minutes!!!! Whoop whoop!! I didn’t look under the post it until I’d slowed the treadmill as usually I look which is the kiss of death and means only a minute until I give up. This way I have to keep going as I have no clue how well or otherwise I’m doing and once I’ve stopped that’s it.

Saturday was another chance to get in a long run before Sunday descended into apocalyptic winds and severe rain. I managed 10.7 miles which will do. I wanted to do longer really but there was no point battling on past the point where I ran out of energy. Part of my new regime is being sensible and trying to do less, but enough, without killing my self. I’m doing ok so far I think.

Today I had to brave the elements to feed the beautiful Badger (cat) again and just trying to walk there and back was horrendous so goodness knows how anyone managed to run/race in it. Looks like next week is pretty crap too (except Tuesday). Blinking winter.

Alas waterproofs also don’t let water out

Posted 10/12/2017 by Isobel Muir in Running

Another nail in the coughing   1 comment

Because it was freezing and I would have to cycle to track and be killed I decided to go to weights on Monday evening instead. I was still coughing grossly but much less frequently so I hoped this class would be ok as it’s not at all cardio so my lungs might be able to not cough for long enough. I was rather weak and dropped down to the weights I used when I first started and it was still quite hard. Damn this ridiculous ailment!

Just the usual Core & Stretch class on Tuesday. I don’t know if it’s doing weights on Monday but my hip flexors were destroyed again which they haven’t been for ages.

I rested again on Wednesday. Too cold. Too much coughing. Grrrr.

On Thursday I was meant to be going to Tom’s evening session to do 6 x 800 metres but it was so cold I couldn’t face it so decided to go and do the reps on the treadmill instead. This did mean cycling to the gym which necessitated a number of layers previously uncharted even by me. After many hours stripping down to my running wear I got going. As you know I do love the treadmill as it’ll make me try harder than I ever would outside. I set my rep pace to 17kmph (5.40 mile pace), 2m50s for each 800. I’d set my watch to vibrate to alert me to the start of each rep and rest (2 minutes walk) so I could then stick a post it over the time and distance display on the treadmill. There’s nothing worse than watching the time/distance creeping onwards when you’re dying. Now I just had to keep going until my watch vibrated then hit the button to swap from rep pace to walk pace. Then vice versa when it vibrated again. I’d set myself up to do 6 reps as prescribed by Tom but by the 4th the STUPID COUGH had made me feel very sick so I thought I’d better stop as I can’t imagine cleaning sick out of a treadmill belt is much fun. I carried on at a jog pace until I got to about 4.5 miles then called it a day.

I rested again on Friday.

On Saturday the wind forecast was good so I went out to do at least 11 miles but alas I was thwarted by severe lightheadedness where I felt I might keel over at any time so I had to stop at 7.5 miles. More grrrrr. Hopefully one day I’ll stop being ill. Ready to catch the next thing. Damn winter and damn my ease of catching colds.

Today (Sunday) I hoped to finally be able to do a long run but alas I have been thwarted by sinus dizziness and pressure. The good thing about this is that sinus usually signals the end of a cold and this one has been going on for weeks and weeks. Also my acne/rosacea tablets are also used for sinus infections so I don’t have the acute pain of them, just the dizziness and pressure.

A rubbish week for mileage and for the contents of my face and lungs.

I’m looking forward to summer

Posted 03/12/2017 by Isobel Muir in Running

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