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Back but badly   Leave a comment

I knew I’d be weak and feeble and not very good but felt that I could go back to running and just take it gently. The perfect introduction: a track session. 3 x (300e, 300t x 3) + 500e, 500t. 90s recovery. I ended up totally last. Not unexpected.

Due to my non-speediness on Monday I was able to do an acceptable 9 mile run on Tuesday.

As I was feeling a bit better and hadn’t been for 3 weeks I decided to go to BODYPUMP™️ on Wednesday morning but drop right down to my starter weights.

The green weights ended up being just for effect

Everything was fine I just felt weak. Because I am. Currently. In the evening I went back for vibe. It turned out to be Bryan’s birthday so we all got a Percy Pig on entry. Once again, gentle was the name of the game.

It was a ping pong Thursday with all the attendant hilarity. I managed to smash the ball into Sarah’s forehead. It left a red mark. Oh dear. There was a game of Round Robin as a change of scene but it made me feel really sea sick so I had to bail out. I took on filming duties instead.

In the evening I went to Tom’s session which was a manageable 8 x 600 metres. Following in Monday’s footsteps I was totally last on each rep but I managed to keep in the vicinity of Kev and Dave so it wasn’t too bad and I sped up (minutely) on each rep so kept them all sensible.

I rested fully on Friday.

On Saturday I was supposed to be going to Hove Park for parkrun but the weather was perfect for the prom and I forgot how much I dislike Hove Park so I defected to the prom. The weather was indeed nice. Warm and not too windy. Alas I had a stitch of doom so was useless. Nice weather for tea drinking though.

A few steps in and all was well…

Today (Sunday) I wanted to do a long run but it turned out I still had the stitch coupled with general feebleness and a freezing, strong, northerly wind. Hopefully soon I can get back to proper eating and can catch up on the weeks of minimal eating and become rotund and full of energy and great speeds.

Still managed 30 miles somehow.

Posted 31/03/2019 by Isobel Muir in Running

Illin’   Leave a comment

After my first double figure run for ages I decided to do an easy run on Monday morning to loosen my legs off ready for track. Instead I contracted the plague. I felt so sick when I got home. Perfect timing too as I’m having a new kitchen fitted so there was all kinds of banging going on and men trooping up and down the stairs and it was freezing as they had the front door open. No track session for me.

I did nothing and could eat nothing until Wednesday evening when I felt a little better so went and did a very gentle vibe.

On Thursday I did 8 miles and felt ok.

My new long run shoes arrived on Friday so I took them out for a test run. Unfortunately the lack of eating and general illness caught up with me again. I need to remember that just because it’s possible to run, it doesn’t mean I should run and feeling better (than death) doesn’t mean being well. Not a very good test of the shoes and a silly thing to do when I should have been trying to catch up on eating.

Even the shoes couldn’t save me from the ill

Tom had kindly offered (or rather Sarah had kindly offered Tom) to give me a lift to Worthing parkrun as it was finally wind free(ish). I knew I wouldn’t be much good as still pretty feeble and lacking in fuel. I wanted to give it a go though. I managed to put in consistent effort throughout but was very slow. I did however get to jog to and from with Tom and Sarah, whilst wearing a rucksack, so now know exactly what it’s like to be an ultra runner (1 mile each way, wearing a fleece). If anyone saw us they may I have thought I was 20 miles into a hundred miler. Then they’d realise anything over 8 miles seems like a ultra to me currently.

Today (Sunday) I wanted to see if it was possible to move faster than a snail. It was, but only just. At least I can eat again now (plain and preparable without the use of a kitchen) so hopefully I’ll be able to get back to it properly next week.

Somehow I managed 30 miles for the week?

Posted 24/03/2019 by Isobel Muir in Running

Wind whinge   Leave a comment

As last week was so windy and I did so little running I hoped it would be less windy so I could get back on it properly. It was still stupidly windy! This did not deter me from track especially when I remembered Michele was taking the session and it was parlaufs as they are my favourite. I partnered with Rick, who is currently injured thus slow, so I could have a long rest and concentrate on doing my reps faster. We started with 500s then moved on to 300s, then back to 500s. However it turned out we were doing the wrong number of each as we’d been given the improvers session by accident so I decided to throw in some extras threes. I have no idea what I did but is was some 500s and some 300s. Whatever it was it was good and I enjoyed it as I always will with parlaufs.

Thanks Marc for the action shots

It was still windy as heck on Tuesday when I tried to go for an easy run. It wasn’t easy as the wind ground me to a halt on many occasions. I decided not to attempt this again on Wednesday and just went to vibe in the evening. I gave it a good thrashing as I hadn’t run since Tuesday morning.

Thursday was ping pong with bonus Tristan.

On Friday I tried the Pure Abs with Dave as it was being covered when I went last time. It was horrible! Too fast and stressful and I’m too bony and there’s too much shoulder. Dammit! No seagull eating pigeon this week though so that’s a plus.

Saturday was the Arena parkrun series on Hove Prom. It was also one of the windiest days known to man.

Ricky looks completely fine at the end of a 21 mile run. I do not and I’m 19 miles behind

Looking unamused as always

Today (Sunday) Rob and I went out on an old fashioned LSR. I haven’t run anything in double figures for ages and ended up doing over 11 miles. It was very slow and there was wind and hills but I managed and my hips didn’t die which they usually do if I do a long out of the blue. I credit the bodypump for this. Thanks! Now the wind looks to have calmed down I must get back onto proper long runs (double figures).

26 miles for the week so not too bad considering my new found fair-weather running tendencies.

Posted 17/03/2019 by Isobel Muir in Running

Winds wept   Leave a comment

Monday began the week once more. Such a week-start hogger. The weather forecast was a complete lie as usual. I didn’t run in the morning as it was wet, windy, cold and hideous but the forecast said it would have dried up by evening. It had not. It was still wet, windy, cold and hideous and now also dark. Also it was a Steve session which, historically, have always been the hardest. However he seems to have become less evil recently and thus it was today.

The bonus of a Steve session. No typing required

Nothing particular to say about this session. The weather was horrible, I ran just about acceptably.

I rested on Tuesday. I was going to do Tom’s session in the evening but the weather was too windy, wet and cold again. I’m not usually a fair weather runner but I couldn’t see how flogging myself to death in a freezing, wet hurricane would be beneficial. Especially as I’d just done it on Monday evening.

Because I’d rested on Tuesday I felt that I could give a treadmill session a good go. I had a free go at Underground Gym to use so this seemed like a good opportunity. After 15 minutes warmup I embarked upon 5 times 1k at 14.5kmph, which is 4.08 per k or 6.40 minute miling. 3 minutes walk recovery as I’m very off my best so this was plenty fast enough. One of my best sessions for ages.

I went to vibe in the evening as a gentle recovery limb loosener.

On Thursday it was back to The Circle for my, now alternate-weekly, BODYPUMP™️ class with Rick. Other than my legs feeling a little tired the class proceeded as normal. I was expecting it to be a lot worse.

Worse arrived on Friday. I went to the CXWORX™️ class in the morning so I could see if it would be better than the abs class I went to last week (though it wouldn’t really tell me anything as last week’s class was being covered). It was so hard! Which no doubt means I need to do it. Resistance bands are the spawn of the devil. I could have stayed for the second class but I’d had enough by then. I exited The Circle to come face to face with a seagull with its head deep within a freshly-culled pigeon’s stomach. As it pulled its head out, blood-smeared, it have me a triumphant look. An omen if ever there were one.

Once I got home death set in. Absolutely wiped out. All my plans for the weekend went out of the window. Obviously only running plans. I never go out or anything. I had a reprieve this morning (Sunday) where I felt relatively alive again but now (3pm) I’m exhausted again. Though it could be the crash following eating 7 viscount biscuits.

A paltry 15 miles for the week.

Posted 10/03/2019 by Isobel Muir in Running

No rest for the wicked   Leave a comment

This week I had three days of rest. Including the official one. God will be pleased. I started, as usual, with track on Monday. I was quite tired from a hard week last week and my achilles were quite angry, possibly from walking backwards (actually backwards) and forwards over a few metres but continuously for ages on Sunday. The session was 6 x (500t, 100j, 500t, 1 minute). Track was very empty as most people had run the half the day before. Nothing much to report.

I rested fully on Tuesday.

This meant that I was able to do a long (my current “long” of 8 miles) run on Wednesday morning at a normal slow pace without fading to utter death like last Friday. It also meant I could kill my self off at vibe which I can’t usually because I’m too tired. Is this good? I’m thinking it’s like a tempo/reps session in terms of effort but without the impact?

It was a ping pong Thursday so another rest day. I tried my gym shoes this week after my Noosas were far too slippery last time. Alas, the opposite. These had so much grip I kept being unable to move when I actually wanted to. Back to speedcross I think.

Something is obscuring the elite ping pongers

On Friday I fitted in a short run before trying out a new class at The Circle. It was called Pure Abs so I’ll leave you to decide what it entailed. I’m now going to just do bodypump every other week (alternate ping pong weeks) with Rick because he’s my favourite and because I need to stop knackering myself out. I’m keeping weekly vibe as that’s easier to tailor to what I’ve done previously (see above). I’m going to try a different core class next Friday. It’s directly before the one I did on Friday and is the BODYPUMP™️ version of core called CXWORX™️ (which is why I didn’t notice it when I was looking for a core/abs class originally). It’s at a better time and will, hopefully, be more functional as it uses balance and resistance bands too. We shall see. Pure Abs was fine so I can always go back to that.

Wobbling guaranteed

Saturday was Rob’s 300th parkrun which he had timed to coincide with Preston Park’s 300th run. As I had managed to rest quite a lot I felt like I could give it a proper go which I haven’t managed for ages what with illness and madness and the usual hindrances. Turns out I’m not very fast. However I was pleased with my effort and ficus throughout so it’ll have to do.

Maybe if I’d put the plant down I’d have been faster?

Here’s a beautiful photo of “all of us” to remind us of this momentous occasion

Today the weather was utter bilge so I decided not to run. I did some stretching and sticking which I hardly ever do. Tut.

Only 24 miles for the week but hopefully the extra rest will do me good.

Posted 03/03/2019 by Isobel Muir in Running

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