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
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