I went for a run!
The last Run 1min Walk 2mins 6 times.
Kind of. I think I need to get a stop watch or something as I'm having trouble judging how long a minuite is. Sometimes I'm sure I'm going over the minuite, other times it feels like a minuite's not long enough for me traveling the distance I've ran. I'm not really covering distances yet, but one thing at a time methinks.
Jx
Fatarse doesn't move it.
I was either supposed to go to yoga or for a run/walk today, but instead did neither. Finished a half day at work, and went for a nap instead. Will go running tomorrow, I promise.
I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself, with my legions of fans hanging on my every word... Listen to them cheer....
*Silence*
So it's just me then. No matter, it's my fave subject. My name is Jacqueline, I live in Aberdeen - though I'm not origionally from here. It's a lovely city, alot like Edinburgh only without the snobbery. Aberdeens very small, which was a bit of a shock at first. Even now I forget.
I'm twenty seven - I hear stories of people having early life crisies at that age (up a box and nearing thirty and all that). I had mine at eighteen, so that's out my system. I read far too much. Books, magazines, the ingredients on the back of a bottle of bleach. You get the picture. I like reading because it stops me thinking too much. The books don't last long enough so I've begun reading series, I'm currently on the Ian Rankin novels - Rebus books. I tried reading them ages ago (when I was about 20) and couldn't get into them at all, but this time's easier. I also enjoy art, knitting, writing, and running - though I'm not sure that should qualify yet since I'm not doing that reguarly enough. But then does this blog count as a running blog? It will tomorrow, promise.
Why do I want to run - I get S.A.D and mild depression, regular exercise helps me aleviate the symptoms. It's not really been regular exercise at the moment, my local swimming pool's been closed. I intend to run there - go for a swim and take the bus back. I know there are running clubs in Aberdeen but I'm not really fit enough. Running's cheaper than a gym membership.
Dislikes - T.v. and red meat. People who grog in the street, and don't get up for old people on the bus. The person in the basket que who has more that 12 items in the 10 items or less que. 11 items I can just about forgive, 12 if they're small, but more than that they should be lynched from town then set about by rabid dogs. My dislike of snoring could be described as psycopathic.
Will go running tomorrow promise. I was thinking of taking my kit to work and then running from work but trying to pick through the streets of Aberdeen at 5pm would just be wrong.
Rodger, wilco and Out
Jx
P.S If you want to e-mail me feel free to do so it's fatrc@handbag.com. Oh, and I don't consider myself as fat and all that it connotates (except the good stuff). If you must know I have the body of a victorian porn star.
Fatarse moves it.
I want to be able to run a marathon next year. There I've said it. Preferably the Glasgow Marathon. I'm aiming high, considering I can't even run 100ft without a cardiac. I also do swimming yoga and cycling when I can be bothered.
I'm using Sam Murphy's book which has a sensible plan in it. It goes in seven weeks to get you running. The first week is run for one minuite, walk for two and do this six times so you spend 18 mins exercising.
On tuesday I did the first lot and I was fine untill it came to the last wee bit and I nearly died. It's abit frightening how unfit I've become. I used to be able to do an hour on the treadmill. I thought the swimming would keep me in shape but in terms of swimming to keep fit I'm not doing enough. It took me four days to recover from tuesday. Four days. That is why it's a marathon for next year.
Yesterday I went out again, when I wasn't as sore. It's the last bit that kills me. My legs get heavy, my hearts beating hard in my chest and my face went a lovely shade of puce. It's my torso which does the scary thing. The sides feel like they're convulsing all on their own, my own side muscles are trying to squeeze any extra life that's left over from the act of running, and my insides go like jelly. It feels like I'm a tbe of toothpaste that someones taken a hammer to, to get the last wee bit out. My tum's actually one of the things that are most sore the day after. That and those odd little short muscles that hold your pelvis to the side of your legs. They hurt like hell.
I actually don't feel that sore yet - from yesterday. I feel alright just now, I've got yoga tomorrow so I'll do that and see how I feel.
Signing off for now.
Jx
