Hello! Hope you’ve all had a good week?
Week one of training is done. One down, seventeen to go. I have to say that I have been shattered this week. I’m not sure it is because of the training or just it being a long week, busy work wise, no sunshine, and January just being its usual crappy old self. Either way I have been fast asleep by 9pm like the party animal that I am.
The ankle is fine so far (I expect you’ve all been losing sleep over it). I have been looking after it, making sure I do lots of stretches and whatnot.
My big toe, however, is not so fine after dropping a butternut squash on it the other day. I was not expecting marathon training to be potentially hampered by injuries caused by vegetables but I am a fairly clumsy person so anything can happen. Yesterday morning, I dropped my phone on the butternut squash battered toe, just to check that it really did hurt. It did.
Food wise I have been trying very hard to eat a nutritious diet. After dazzling Guy’s family with my eating prowess on Sunday at a family party, I tried hard to rein it in with more healthy shizz. But let’s not forget that the only reason I started running in the first place was so that I didn’t have to survive on rabbit food.
There will always be an evening Wispa.
The exciting news that I have for you is that I am no longer running this marathon alone! Well, I don’t think I am allowed to say that, I am no longer doing this marathon training alone. She doesn’t want to be in the blog, and I respect that. She has said she would like to known as the Anti Blogger and I respect that less. What kind of a name is that?
I will call her Gert, because it is my blog and I can do what I like.
Anyway, she signed up to the Stratford marathon, asked what training plan I was using, and then changed it to an easier version (I chose my original plan pre ankle-gate so was probably kidding myself anyway). It will be nice to have company, both on the midweek evening runs and also the Long Runs of Doom. She also adds a bit of excitement to an evening by throwing herself across pavements. We were about 400 metres from my house (the end) and she was obviously worried that the run might be completed without incident. Or perhaps she wanted an excuse to buy a new pair of running tights and thought that unless her current pair was damaged beyond repair, she couldn’t justify the cost.
So, what have we been up to this week?
The plan requires three weekday runs (run consecutively) and this week they were all supposed to be three miles. Gert and I ran together on Monday and Tuesday evening, and then on Wednesday we did our own runs. We then had a six mile run today. Gert currently is suffering from a bad chest (as in a cold symptom, I’m not critiquing her boob size) and she still managed the six miles today in the sleet, and that was in spite of me cheerfully chirruping encouraging things like ‘a third of the way round now’ at her. I probably warranted a punch in the face but I know she was saving her energy for breathing so I got away with it. Running in the sleet is not particularly fun. Some people say they love it and it makes you feel alive but I suspect that is just the post run adrenalin talking when they have finished it and are back at home bragging about it on social media. I’m pretty sure that they spend the whole time hating life and trying to keep the circulation going in their fingers and toes just like normal people who say that running in the sleet is as bloody miserable as it looks.
In Crohns related news, there isn’t much to report.
I was thinking about making Guy do a little questionnaire but the Man City match is on TV and the likelihood of him cooperating is less than zero. If there is anything that you want to know, let me know and I’ll put the question to him – it will be fun!
His favourite Christmas film is Love Actually, a little fact for you there.
He did say earlier that the other day he woke up and felt amazing. And then he realised that he didn’t feel amazing, he just felt normal – nothing ached, and he can’t remember when that last happened. And then of course he did six poos in quick succession and life went back to normal and he woke up the next day feeling like someone had rolled over his legs with a car and that was the end of that.
Anyway, it’s not a long one but it is approaching my bedtime (8:30), so I will leave it there for now.