OK, I confess, there hasn't been much running going on. I did a grand total of four miles last week. I was planning on going out for a "long" run on Sunday, but the weather was awful. I never thought I'd see the day that I'd put off a run due to wild conditions. But that day came and went. And so did the notion of running. To be fair, I have been going to the gym everyday. Mostly using the elliptical trainer (kinda like running), cycling and swimming. There was a news story in most of the papers last week about swimming during pregnancy eases labour pains, so I've spent every spare minute in the pool. Of course, next week's news will probably break research on swimming causing terminal illnesses and birth defects.
I really need to invest in a new swimsuit though. As my bump gets bigger, the top gets lower. I'm sure I'm giving the goggle-clad swimmers a bit of a eyeful :-)
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Monday, 24 November 2008
Name that tune
The WHWR's resident DJ, Dave Waterman, has dedicated a song for my little endurance event in January. Very aptly titled: Keep on Pushing.
A life changing tune I will probably remember for a very long time.
On the note - and being a little more sentimental - here's my wedding song. It still gives me goosebumps. You can blame my hormones and emotions, but really I'm just using up space to disguise the fact I've done he-haw running the last few days.
A life changing tune I will probably remember for a very long time.
On the note - and being a little more sentimental - here's my wedding song. It still gives me goosebumps. You can blame my hormones and emotions, but really I'm just using up space to disguise the fact I've done he-haw running the last few days.
Monday, 17 November 2008
Important lessons
John Kynaston posted an interesting list,which has sparked quite a bit of thought on the race forum: What are the top four lessons that you learned from completing the WHW race?
Here are mine:
1) Mental strength is more important than physical ability.
2) Whilst you can still put one foot in front of the other, never give up. Each step is a step closer to the end.
3) Set a few goals. Your ultimate dream, the achievable and the when things go wrong plan. Where ever you get to, as long as you gave it your best shot then you succeeded.
4) Train, train and train. But accept that no amount of training will prepare you for it.
And here are a few other lessons for good measure.
Be careful where you pee. There are alot of people on the route in June.
Girls - forget this season's Jimmy Choos. Your feet will take months to recover.
Pack for all eventualities, but carry light.
Never underestimate the power of the jelly baby.
Here are mine:
1) Mental strength is more important than physical ability.
2) Whilst you can still put one foot in front of the other, never give up. Each step is a step closer to the end.
3) Set a few goals. Your ultimate dream, the achievable and the when things go wrong plan. Where ever you get to, as long as you gave it your best shot then you succeeded.
4) Train, train and train. But accept that no amount of training will prepare you for it.
And here are a few other lessons for good measure.
Be careful where you pee. There are alot of people on the route in June.
Girls - forget this season's Jimmy Choos. Your feet will take months to recover.
Pack for all eventualities, but carry light.
Never underestimate the power of the jelly baby.
Sunday, 16 November 2008
The heart's willing, but the body aint
I don't know how, but I made it out for a five mile run today. After spending the night with my head down the toilet, I could have easily spent the morning in front of the TV. I wasn't unwell, I just feel quite full and sicky after eating. We were out for dinner last night and I just felt the food wouldn't go down. I didn't overeat (it was just bruschetta and pasta in tomato sauce) and didn't feel particular full but whenever I lay down, I felt the rise. Sorry for the graphics.
I felt way better after going out this morning and getting some fresh air, but I felt out of sorts all day. Even when I went to the cinema with my niece, I didn't indulge in sweets to ease the pain of High School Musical.
Anyway cutting back on my food intake won't do me any harm. The dolphin tattoo on my stomach is expanding at a rapid rate. It will look more like Free Willie by the end of the year :-)
For a giggle, check out the card Sonic's brother found. What are the chances of him finding a card like this? just for the record though, my body's not quite that bad...yet.
I felt way better after going out this morning and getting some fresh air, but I felt out of sorts all day. Even when I went to the cinema with my niece, I didn't indulge in sweets to ease the pain of High School Musical.
Anyway cutting back on my food intake won't do me any harm. The dolphin tattoo on my stomach is expanding at a rapid rate. It will look more like Free Willie by the end of the year :-)
For a giggle, check out the card Sonic's brother found. What are the chances of him finding a card like this? just for the record though, my body's not quite that bad...yet.
Friday, 14 November 2008
First day on the job
As I have resigned myself to being Sonic's support and coach for next year's WHW race, today was my first day on the job. The support role is a skoosh. I threw him out the car in the pouring rain at Beinglas Farm and stopped at various checkpoints along the way to Tyndrum. He did all the hard graft and I read a book and chucked a couple of gels out the window. I think I got a good deal.
(A slightly wet and shell-shocked runner)
As previously mentioned we were going away to celebrate Sonic's 34th birthday. We stayed at the Isle of Glencoe Hotel, which was really nice. The room had fabulous views over Loch Leven, which I'm sure would be lovely on a nice day. Unfortunately today was anything but nice. Although it was quite comforting swimming about in the hotel pool watching the trees bend outside. Shame I couldn't use the spa facilities though.
For dinner we went along to the Kinlochleven Seafood Cafe, which I would highly recommend. It was definitely worth battling through the torrential rain for. The food is delicious and fresh, portions are huge and price is really reasonable. Sonic even ordered lobster and managed not take the other diners out in the process of opening it. Although he nearly lost a finger using the crackers. I went for the safe beat of scallops and smoked salmon. I even ordered the starter portions with a view to saving a little space for dessert, but I was totally stuffed.
(A slightly wet and shell-shocked runner)
As previously mentioned we were going away to celebrate Sonic's 34th birthday. We stayed at the Isle of Glencoe Hotel, which was really nice. The room had fabulous views over Loch Leven, which I'm sure would be lovely on a nice day. Unfortunately today was anything but nice. Although it was quite comforting swimming about in the hotel pool watching the trees bend outside. Shame I couldn't use the spa facilities though.
For dinner we went along to the Kinlochleven Seafood Cafe, which I would highly recommend. It was definitely worth battling through the torrential rain for. The food is delicious and fresh, portions are huge and price is really reasonable. Sonic even ordered lobster and managed not take the other diners out in the process of opening it. Although he nearly lost a finger using the crackers. I went for the safe beat of scallops and smoked salmon. I even ordered the starter portions with a view to saving a little space for dessert, but I was totally stuffed.
Thursday, 13 November 2008
Quick catch up
Saturday: Had a long lie (which is 8am for me), cleaned the house, went to my antenatal yoga class, went along to the Uni 5-miler race to pick up Sonic, then to the movies to see James Bond (not my choice), dinner at the Ashoka, home to watch X-Factor (my choice) and in bed by 10.30pm. How's that for cramming it in?
Sunday: Only managed a five mile jog this morning, before undoing all my good-doing over lunch with the girls.
Monday: Just a steady 45 minute cycle at the gym at lunchtime.
Tuesday: Gym in morning. 30 mins on ellipital trainer and then 45 mins on the bike. Went for a hour swim after work. Got really annoyed in the pool as it was quite busy and there was a couple of young guys standing at the bottom getting in the way. Who stands about in a freezing cold indoor pool? I was close to screaming: "It's not f-ing Tenerife. Swim or get out." I think they sensed my annoyance and moved to the spa pool.
Wednesday: Antenatal class this morning. A lovely two hour chat on all the things that can go wrong. Nice. Went to the gym after work for 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer and a 30 minute swim.
If you're still awake...I promise I'm going for a run tonight.
Hitting the West Highland Way tomorrow. It's Sonic's birthday on Saturday, so we're heading up north for a couple of days. He doesn't know where yet. All he knows is that he's got to run 20 miles on the WHW tomorrow morning.
Sunday: Only managed a five mile jog this morning, before undoing all my good-doing over lunch with the girls.
Monday: Just a steady 45 minute cycle at the gym at lunchtime.
Tuesday: Gym in morning. 30 mins on ellipital trainer and then 45 mins on the bike. Went for a hour swim after work. Got really annoyed in the pool as it was quite busy and there was a couple of young guys standing at the bottom getting in the way. Who stands about in a freezing cold indoor pool? I was close to screaming: "It's not f-ing Tenerife. Swim or get out." I think they sensed my annoyance and moved to the spa pool.
Wednesday: Antenatal class this morning. A lovely two hour chat on all the things that can go wrong. Nice. Went to the gym after work for 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer and a 30 minute swim.
If you're still awake...I promise I'm going for a run tonight.
Hitting the West Highland Way tomorrow. It's Sonic's birthday on Saturday, so we're heading up north for a couple of days. He doesn't know where yet. All he knows is that he's got to run 20 miles on the WHW tomorrow morning.
Friday, 7 November 2008
Up with the larks
Nice early start today, as Friday morning gym sessions are now a firm ritual on the exercise schedule. 30 minutes and the elliptical trainer and then 45 mins on the bike.
Sonic asked me last night when Paula Radcliffe gave up running when she was preggers. I failed to see where he made the connection :-) I didn't know the answer but I knew she was still doing quite high mileage. After a bit of search I came across this article in the New York. It's well worth a read. Click here. Basically she was still running the day before she went into labour. Now she really is my superwoman.
Congratulations to my ol' running pals Georgie and Luke, who are expecting their first baby in May. They joined our running club during their brief stunt in Scotland, before returning to Australia. Georgie is another bun-on-the-run, so she'll continue to pound the streets down under.
Sonic asked me last night when Paula Radcliffe gave up running when she was preggers. I failed to see where he made the connection :-) I didn't know the answer but I knew she was still doing quite high mileage. After a bit of search I came across this article in the New York. It's well worth a read. Click here. Basically she was still running the day before she went into labour. Now she really is my superwoman.Congratulations to my ol' running pals Georgie and Luke, who are expecting their first baby in May. They joined our running club during their brief stunt in Scotland, before returning to Australia. Georgie is another bun-on-the-run, so she'll continue to pound the streets down under.
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Another four-miler
Sonic dropped me off four miles from home (in Dumbarton) tonight, so I could run a point-to-point. I think he was slightly concerned about throwing his wife out the car on a dark winter's night, as I got a big lecture on safety on the way. I have promised to carry my phone on night runs in future, especially when some of the routes round are way have no street-lighting. Of course, I think I'm invincible. Well I did until I reached the dark wooded-area along the back road to Renton. I had forgotten how dark it can be along there. It's about half a mile of sh*tting myself whilst listening to the rustling in the trees. I promised I'd walk that section as the ground is quite uneven, but I had to move pretty briskly. Last winter it was always the fastest part of my tempo run to get back into this town. This year, I'll need to find an alternative. I ain't going that way again. Plus I can't be bothered to carry a phone. Lord knows, I've got enough extra weight to contend with. I suppose I should be more cautious, as anything could happen. It won't be long until I can't actually see where my feet are landing. And if I did go into labour...well, I've always said I want an active birth :-)
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Remember, remember...
There's an expression that is reserved only for the elderly, terminally ill, mentally unstable and the expectant lady: "And how are you keeping?" Usually delivered in a gentile voice and often with a sympathetic held tilt. It cracks me up every time. When did modern society decide that pregnancy should a medical condition or an illness? Really I think it's easier just to get on with it. The more you milk it the harder it will be. I can still run, swim, cycle and walk without the obligatory waddle. It's sitting down that's becoming a bit of a nightmare. My ribs are in agony. On Monday I was seriously contemplating throwing my office chair out of the window. And when I was stuck in a traffic jam on the way home tonight, I was tempted to abandon my car. So the long and short of it is, running is way much easier than sitting.
This morning I started parenting classes (some super PC nut decided to change the name of antenatal classes) which was an experience. As expected, there was a real mixed-bag of bumps in the room. The common denominator was that no one could sit still on the seats. It must have looked worse than a room full of fidgeting toddlers.
I went for a run when I got home from work. Just my usual four mile route. Bonfire night is a fabulous night for the run. There were fireworks going off everywhere. There wasn't a rocket near me though, as all I can manage these days is 11 minute/miles.
This morning I started parenting classes (some super PC nut decided to change the name of antenatal classes) which was an experience. As expected, there was a real mixed-bag of bumps in the room. The common denominator was that no one could sit still on the seats. It must have looked worse than a room full of fidgeting toddlers.
I went for a run when I got home from work. Just my usual four mile route. Bonfire night is a fabulous night for the run. There were fireworks going off everywhere. There wasn't a rocket near me though, as all I can manage these days is 11 minute/miles.
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Sonic was up early to catch the red-eye to London, which means I get up early too. Well better than wasting precious time, I headed off for an earlier morning gym session. Just 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer and 45 minutes on the bike. I wanted to go for a run after work, but was legs were knackered. So I had a nice quiet night in. Catching up with some work, dinner for one and soul possession of the remote control. Perfect.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Sunday sunshine
After yesterday's yoga class, Sonic and I went to the food and drink show at the SECC. Lots of freebie food, so it was the perfect day out for the incredible eating machine and the pregnant burd.
I really thought the incredible eating machine was going to burst at the seems. I tried to have a little more control as feeling too full is very uncomfortable now. But after an abundance of seafood, chocolate, cookies, bread, olives and much more, we left feeling suitably stuffed. Sonic was so full that he only managed a bowl of cereal later that evening. Anyone who's aware of Sonic's daily in take will be quite shocked by that. I always maintain that he's the fattest skinny man I know. All very well, but the fat/skinny man doesn't know his way to the supermarket!
Anyway, the point of the story was that I had plenty of extra calories to burn off today. I got up quite early (shock! horror!) and was really looking forward to getting out in the sunshine. Quite deceptive looking out the window, as although the sun was shining it was still sub-zero during the night.
I just went out for a nice five-mile jog round Balloch. I had to take a few walking breaks, but generally really enjoyed it. I'm starting to get a few strange looks when I'm out running now. Actually yesterday (at the show) was the first time that a stranger acknowledge that I was pregnant. Surely that's a milestone?
When I got back I decided to cycle the 10-miles round the Balloch Horseshoe with Sonic. Jeez someone's got their mojo back. I could barely keep up. Hill cycling has never been my forte, so when we hit the inclines I dropped way back. Unlike the man who's been cross-bred with a mountain goat.
Later we watched the New York Marathon. Not as gripping as last year's race, but I was glad to see Paula win again. She's amazing. Also a fabulous performance from local runner Haley Haining who finished 12th in 2:32:12.
I really thought the incredible eating machine was going to burst at the seems. I tried to have a little more control as feeling too full is very uncomfortable now. But after an abundance of seafood, chocolate, cookies, bread, olives and much more, we left feeling suitably stuffed. Sonic was so full that he only managed a bowl of cereal later that evening. Anyone who's aware of Sonic's daily in take will be quite shocked by that. I always maintain that he's the fattest skinny man I know. All very well, but the fat/skinny man doesn't know his way to the supermarket!
Anyway, the point of the story was that I had plenty of extra calories to burn off today. I got up quite early (shock! horror!) and was really looking forward to getting out in the sunshine. Quite deceptive looking out the window, as although the sun was shining it was still sub-zero during the night.
I just went out for a nice five-mile jog round Balloch. I had to take a few walking breaks, but generally really enjoyed it. I'm starting to get a few strange looks when I'm out running now. Actually yesterday (at the show) was the first time that a stranger acknowledge that I was pregnant. Surely that's a milestone?
When I got back I decided to cycle the 10-miles round the Balloch Horseshoe with Sonic. Jeez someone's got their mojo back. I could barely keep up. Hill cycling has never been my forte, so when we hit the inclines I dropped way back. Unlike the man who's been cross-bred with a mountain goat. Later we watched the New York Marathon. Not as gripping as last year's race, but I was glad to see Paula win again. She's amazing. Also a fabulous performance from local runner Haley Haining who finished 12th in 2:32:12.
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Antenatal yoga
I know. How lame is that? I never thought I'd see the day that I would attend (let alone willingly pay an extortionate fee to attend) an antenatal yoga class.I searched numerous venues, but the only suitable class was held in Balance in Glasgow's west-end on Saturdays at 1pm. It's such as rubbish time as it's smack-bang in the middle of the day, but I figured it's only a temporary inconvenience. The classes are booked in blocks of five and I was grouped with the 30+ week gals.
I didn't really know what to expect, but I guessed it wouldn't be as strenuous as my usual class. I really didn't expect such a grand turn out though. Mind you in the west-end yoga must be an essential part of antenatal care. Possibly even their weekly "exercise" in take.
Being in the same room with 25 other waddling bumps was quite a surreal experience. it was funny watching people eye each other up and down.
Today's class was more of a introduction to the course, but as suspected it was a bit on the tame side. It's mostly about breathing and relaxing, with lots of labour chat thrown in. I don't have the best concentration span, so I really had to focus to stay with it.
I'm sure it will be beneficial over the next couple of months.
Friday, 31 October 2008
Deja vu
Today, I went to the gym twice. I cycled for an hour in the morning. I know I should cycle outside, but I haven't got round to putting the lights on my bike yet. Or more to the point, I haven't got round to asking Sonic to put the lights on bike :-) I was full of great intentions of going for a run after work, but ended up back at the gym. This time on the elliptical trainer for an hour.
Although I had bought in loads of chocolate in case we got any trick or treaters round, by the time Sonic and I made it home it was way past kids' bedtime. So now I'm going to have to eat it or hide it. I know I'm being a bit ditzy of late, I doubt I could forget where I had hidden the chocolate stash.
Although I had bought in loads of chocolate in case we got any trick or treaters round, by the time Sonic and I made it home it was way past kids' bedtime. So now I'm going to have to eat it or hide it. I know I'm being a bit ditzy of late, I doubt I could forget where I had hidden the chocolate stash.
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Back on the wagon
With a meagre four mile run. But hey, four miles is four miles. And it's another day that I can keep running. I think I'll stick to four miles a few times during the week and then a six/seven miler at the weekend. I'm putting no time limits on when I need to stop (although people keeps asking me), I'm just going with the flow. At present, all is good. Keeping my heart rate in check and just plodding along enjoying the ride. Towards the end of the tonight's run I had a pain in ass. No, it wasn't growing pains before you make any smart comments. Yes that's you, Waterman, Bell and Hall. Note to self: Do not call child David. It was more like a trapped nerve at the bottom of back. More of a niggle, rather than a pain. And my pelvis ached at the end of run. I'm guessing that's mostly to do with things shifting about a bit. That's my medical analysis anyway.
Had a midwife appointment this afternoon. Just the usual checkup, but with blood tests this time. Apparently I'm still a very healthy specimen, so got the green light to continue what I'm doing.
Had a midwife appointment this afternoon. Just the usual checkup, but with blood tests this time. Apparently I'm still a very healthy specimen, so got the green light to continue what I'm doing.
Monday, 27 October 2008
Mr Bean's weekend
Could someone please explain to me what's happened to my brain? I know short-term memory loss is viewed as part and parcel of being preggers, but I'm taking it to new level.
1) On Thursday night, Sonic had mountain rescue training. To be a little greener and save us taking two cars on a 50-mile round trip to work, I decided to travel in with him and get the train home. Nearing the end of my relaxing train trip home, Sonic called to tell me I'd left my house keys in the car. So he had to drive home and then over to the Beech Trees - making him 1/2 hour late.
2) Thankfully he wasn't annoyed as I got to return the favour on Friday night. I was staying at my Mum's (25 miles away) ahead of our Nessie hunting trip when Sonic called to say he got home to discover he'd lost his house key. So I had to drive back and give him my key.
To start with my tale of weekend blunders...
3) Whilst staying at the Drumnadrochit Hotel on Saturday, I woke up quite early on Sunday morning. The joy of the clocks going back. I thought it be nice to go for a relaxing bath, so I turned on the tap full blast...and then it got stuck. It wouldn't budge and we couldn't find anyone in the hotel to help. 45 mins later (after I'd practically emptied the loch down the plughole) whilst everyone and their granny had a shot at turning it off, a chef with a spanner saved the day. I was kind of over the whole bath thing by then.
4) After checking out, paying the bill and heading off in the car to go our loch cruise, I realised I had left my bag and camera case in the hotel reception. Doh! An about turn to recover the goods and we were on our way.
5) En route home, we stopped at the Green Welly for a break and a snack. As per normal Sunday afternoons, the place was packed. Whilst tucking into a nice slice of a homemade carrot cake, a loud voice came over the tannoy: "This is an urgent customer announcement..." I just knew it was for me. Oh yes, numbnuts here had left her purse and car keys sitting on the counter. Must have been the excitement of cake. Everyone knew it was me, as I lit up like the Ready Brek kid. As I skulked over the the burly chef who was shaking his head, I started mumbling something about pregnancy hormones.
I didn't get a chance to run over the weekend, but maybe that was a good thing. Even I can't be responsible for my own safety anymore :-) Back to it tomorrow though. Honest.
1) On Thursday night, Sonic had mountain rescue training. To be a little greener and save us taking two cars on a 50-mile round trip to work, I decided to travel in with him and get the train home. Nearing the end of my relaxing train trip home, Sonic called to tell me I'd left my house keys in the car. So he had to drive home and then over to the Beech Trees - making him 1/2 hour late.
2) Thankfully he wasn't annoyed as I got to return the favour on Friday night. I was staying at my Mum's (25 miles away) ahead of our Nessie hunting trip when Sonic called to say he got home to discover he'd lost his house key. So I had to drive back and give him my key.
To start with my tale of weekend blunders...
3) Whilst staying at the Drumnadrochit Hotel on Saturday, I woke up quite early on Sunday morning. The joy of the clocks going back. I thought it be nice to go for a relaxing bath, so I turned on the tap full blast...and then it got stuck. It wouldn't budge and we couldn't find anyone in the hotel to help. 45 mins later (after I'd practically emptied the loch down the plughole) whilst everyone and their granny had a shot at turning it off, a chef with a spanner saved the day. I was kind of over the whole bath thing by then.
4) After checking out, paying the bill and heading off in the car to go our loch cruise, I realised I had left my bag and camera case in the hotel reception. Doh! An about turn to recover the goods and we were on our way.
5) En route home, we stopped at the Green Welly for a break and a snack. As per normal Sunday afternoons, the place was packed. Whilst tucking into a nice slice of a homemade carrot cake, a loud voice came over the tannoy: "This is an urgent customer announcement..." I just knew it was for me. Oh yes, numbnuts here had left her purse and car keys sitting on the counter. Must have been the excitement of cake. Everyone knew it was me, as I lit up like the Ready Brek kid. As I skulked over the the burly chef who was shaking his head, I started mumbling something about pregnancy hormones.
I didn't get a chance to run over the weekend, but maybe that was a good thing. Even I can't be responsible for my own safety anymore :-) Back to it tomorrow though. Honest.
Friday, 24 October 2008
It's FRIDAY! :-)
Another working week in the bag. The time just flies by. I can't believe it's been 18 weeks since the WHW race. Putting it into that perspective, D-day is a frighteningly close 12 weeks away. I only get nervous thinking about how unorganised I am. I find it hard to get excited about baby shopping when I don't know whether it's a girl or a boy. Although I have made no secret that I really want a girl, I'm coming round to the fact that it could be a boy. I'm only preparing myself so I don't make a scene in the hospital. I've started by stopping telling people that if it's a boy it's going to be called "to-the-orphanage". Hey, it's a step in the right direction :-) Actually we only have a boy's name in mind - stuck for girls - so maybe that's a sign. So, until we know for sure, then it's a yellow baby. But without an abundance of yellow outfits. Sonic said he wanted to go out and buy the baby's going-home outfit...so the midget will probably be going home in some kitchen roll and a carrier bag. Either that or there will be a lot of phone calls. Probably panic calls to my Mum.
I did have a giggle whilst reading Davie Hall's blog. I was very impressed with his chat of domestic chores, shopping and cooking...before settling down to watch the football. Sonic watches the football, whilst I do the cooking. I'm sure he knows how good he's got it. He's totally sussed it out by playing the idiot. Here's an example:
Last weekend he was taking our microwave over to his Dad's (something faulty) so I asked him to give it a clean. Here's how the conversation went.
Me: Can you give it a quick clean before you take it?
Sonic: Does it need cleaned?
Me: Just a wipe down to make sure.
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: would I have f-ing asked if it didn't?)
Sonic: What needs cleaned?
Me: All over
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: the f-ing dirty bits)
Sonic: What should I clean it with?
Me: Just the multi-purpose spray
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: Why did I ask?)
Sonic: Shouldn't I use the oven cleaner?
Me: No the spray will do.
Sonic: But what if it gets on the food?
Me: It will be fine.
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: you're not cooking, it's going to get fixed)
Sonic: Should I use a cloth or a sponge?
Me: No words, just "the look"
And that, folks, is why it's better to do things yourself. He's not daft, is he? In his defense he is good with all the gadgets and electrical stuff in the house. Although I've got no idea how the DVD player works, why I can't switch on the lights without a remote control or what the toaster like storage machine is for.
Anyway I'm wibbering again. Sonic has been left to his own devices this weekend (fingers crossed he doesn't burn down the house), as I'm off Nessie hunting with my Niece. I hope she's not too shattered if she discovers the Loch Ness Monster is only a myth...or is it...
Have a nice weekend y'all.
BTW: I only ran once this week. Went to the gym three times and one yoga. Talk about slacking off.
I did have a giggle whilst reading Davie Hall's blog. I was very impressed with his chat of domestic chores, shopping and cooking...before settling down to watch the football. Sonic watches the football, whilst I do the cooking. I'm sure he knows how good he's got it. He's totally sussed it out by playing the idiot. Here's an example:
Last weekend he was taking our microwave over to his Dad's (something faulty) so I asked him to give it a clean. Here's how the conversation went.
Me: Can you give it a quick clean before you take it?
Sonic: Does it need cleaned?
Me: Just a wipe down to make sure.
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: would I have f-ing asked if it didn't?)
Sonic: What needs cleaned?
Me: All over
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: the f-ing dirty bits)
Sonic: What should I clean it with?
Me: Just the multi-purpose spray
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: Why did I ask?)
Sonic: Shouldn't I use the oven cleaner?
Me: No the spray will do.
Sonic: But what if it gets on the food?
Me: It will be fine.
(Pregnancy hormone thinking: you're not cooking, it's going to get fixed)
Sonic: Should I use a cloth or a sponge?
Me: No words, just "the look"
And that, folks, is why it's better to do things yourself. He's not daft, is he? In his defense he is good with all the gadgets and electrical stuff in the house. Although I've got no idea how the DVD player works, why I can't switch on the lights without a remote control or what the toaster like storage machine is for.
Anyway I'm wibbering again. Sonic has been left to his own devices this weekend (fingers crossed he doesn't burn down the house), as I'm off Nessie hunting with my Niece. I hope she's not too shattered if she discovers the Loch Ness Monster is only a myth...or is it...
Have a nice weekend y'all.
BTW: I only ran once this week. Went to the gym three times and one yoga. Talk about slacking off.
Monday, 20 October 2008
Catch-up
It's hard to motivate myself to blog when I feel I'm wibbering on about the same stuff., but here goes...
Last week I ran a grand total of 17 miles. Four on Tuesday, six on Thursday and seven on Sunday. I pretty sure it's not classed as running as more, as I need to take more and more walking breaks. Hills are just a no-go area. During the last mile of my seven-miler yesterday, there's a incline that I didn't have the inclination to tackle, so I stopped to walk up. I thought I was walking quite briskly, but Jim Robertson stopped in his car and asked if I needed a lift. Oh the shame of it all %-)
The weather wasn't the best over the weekend. Wet, wild and windy. When I came back from my run yesterday - for reasons which escape me - I decided to cycle along with Sonic on his 13-miler. Now running into horizontal rain and wind is one thing, but cycling into these conditions is torturous. I even had to pedal frantically going downhill. I'm surprised I didn't crashed, as I pretty much had my head down for most of it. And I was more surprised I didn't spit the dummy and go home. Thankfully the last five miles the wind was behind us, so I finished the route feeling quite cheery. Albeit completely drenched. And as I hadn't been on my bike for a while, my ass was killing me.
Another shameful tale of the week: As Sonic and I got married over a year ago, I thought it was about time I got round to changing my name - especially with a new Consani on the way. You can imagine the shame of walking into the bank with a protruding midriff and a Las Vegas marriage certificate... and trying to explain that it in fact wasn't a shotgun wedding.
Book of the week: I previously blogged that I felt so unprepared and clueless on the subject of pregnancy. Now I've done a full 180 and want to know EVERYTHING. I'm a bit of a control freak, so I can get quite agitated when I don't know what's going on or if things don't go according to plan.
This weeks book - part of the collection courtesy of the Amazon delivery man - is Stand and Delivery. It's a humorous and insightful collection of useful and positive stories compiled by British journalist, Emma Mahoney. I love this book. Up until now, I've found that most books are far to medical and full of scare tactics. I'm really not worried or scared about childbirth. I'm more worried about the fact that I'm not worried. Actually I'm really looking forward to it. Does that make me strange?
Last week I ran a grand total of 17 miles. Four on Tuesday, six on Thursday and seven on Sunday. I pretty sure it's not classed as running as more, as I need to take more and more walking breaks. Hills are just a no-go area. During the last mile of my seven-miler yesterday, there's a incline that I didn't have the inclination to tackle, so I stopped to walk up. I thought I was walking quite briskly, but Jim Robertson stopped in his car and asked if I needed a lift. Oh the shame of it all %-)
The weather wasn't the best over the weekend. Wet, wild and windy. When I came back from my run yesterday - for reasons which escape me - I decided to cycle along with Sonic on his 13-miler. Now running into horizontal rain and wind is one thing, but cycling into these conditions is torturous. I even had to pedal frantically going downhill. I'm surprised I didn't crashed, as I pretty much had my head down for most of it. And I was more surprised I didn't spit the dummy and go home. Thankfully the last five miles the wind was behind us, so I finished the route feeling quite cheery. Albeit completely drenched. And as I hadn't been on my bike for a while, my ass was killing me.
Another shameful tale of the week: As Sonic and I got married over a year ago, I thought it was about time I got round to changing my name - especially with a new Consani on the way. You can imagine the shame of walking into the bank with a protruding midriff and a Las Vegas marriage certificate... and trying to explain that it in fact wasn't a shotgun wedding.
Book of the week: I previously blogged that I felt so unprepared and clueless on the subject of pregnancy. Now I've done a full 180 and want to know EVERYTHING. I'm a bit of a control freak, so I can get quite agitated when I don't know what's going on or if things don't go according to plan.
This weeks book - part of the collection courtesy of the Amazon delivery man - is Stand and Delivery. It's a humorous and insightful collection of useful and positive stories compiled by British journalist, Emma Mahoney. I love this book. Up until now, I've found that most books are far to medical and full of scare tactics. I'm really not worried or scared about childbirth. I'm more worried about the fact that I'm not worried. Actually I'm really looking forward to it. Does that make me strange?
Sunday, 12 October 2008
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings!
And quite frankly there's a few miles left in me yet.
Today, I nervously agreed to participate in Milburn Harriers' 10-mile handicap race. I have only run 10 miles once since I found out I was preggers, so I was quite sceptical about my ability. Plus the route was over the Balloch Horseshoe, which has many, many cheeky hills. But hey ho, I thought I'd give it a bash. Worse case scenario would be throwing in the towel and walking round.
It was a gorgeous crisp (code for bloody freezing) and sunny day, so there was no excuse not to get out there and enjoy it. After going to the wrong place for the start we arrived just after the meeting time of 9am. Some of the runners had been sent off. My start time was 9:31am - based on last week's 10K time. I set off with two gals from Millies, but decided to push on after a mile. I was pretty sure they'd catch me on the hills, but I was on my own for the rest of the course - just passing a few runners who started earlier.
Apart from having to walk on a few of the steeper hills, I felt fantastic. I really enjoyed every minute of it. On the last mile, I spotted three of the early start runners in front of me. I tried to catch them, but they pipped me to the post by 20 seconds. They did say seeing me behind spurred them on.
I finished the 10.26m course in fourth position in 1:40:36... 7 minutes ahead of Sonic. the fact that I had a 43 minute head-start is neither here nor there.
Thanks to everyone at Milburn Harriers for letting us gatecrash the race. It was really nice to meet up with such great bunch of people. And the post-race homemade carrot cake and chocolate biscuits made the run really worthwhile. Trust me, Jim, carrot cake is one of your five a day.
Today, I nervously agreed to participate in Milburn Harriers' 10-mile handicap race. I have only run 10 miles once since I found out I was preggers, so I was quite sceptical about my ability. Plus the route was over the Balloch Horseshoe, which has many, many cheeky hills. But hey ho, I thought I'd give it a bash. Worse case scenario would be throwing in the towel and walking round.
It was a gorgeous crisp (code for bloody freezing) and sunny day, so there was no excuse not to get out there and enjoy it. After going to the wrong place for the start we arrived just after the meeting time of 9am. Some of the runners had been sent off. My start time was 9:31am - based on last week's 10K time. I set off with two gals from Millies, but decided to push on after a mile. I was pretty sure they'd catch me on the hills, but I was on my own for the rest of the course - just passing a few runners who started earlier.
Apart from having to walk on a few of the steeper hills, I felt fantastic. I really enjoyed every minute of it. On the last mile, I spotted three of the early start runners in front of me. I tried to catch them, but they pipped me to the post by 20 seconds. They did say seeing me behind spurred them on.
I finished the 10.26m course in fourth position in 1:40:36... 7 minutes ahead of Sonic. the fact that I had a 43 minute head-start is neither here nor there.
Thanks to everyone at Milburn Harriers for letting us gatecrash the race. It was really nice to meet up with such great bunch of people. And the post-race homemade carrot cake and chocolate biscuits made the run really worthwhile. Trust me, Jim, carrot cake is one of your five a day.
Saturday, 11 October 2008
I won a trophy
And not just a little token effort, but I HUGE one.
At Garscube Harriers' annual awards presentation, I won the the award for "The Most Meritorious Performance". I have to admit it didn't come as a huge surprise as I organise the awards' do, so I knew who won everything. But I was surprised, shocked and stunned that people actually voted for me to win the award. I'm never going to be the fastest runner, so winning trophies is not not within my reach. Winning this is both the highlight and happy farewell to a fantastic year.
To recap, I won the award to setting PBs in all road races at the beginning of the year and for being the clubs' first female ultra distance runner - namely, the West Highland Way Race. I'm sure my support team's tales of woe and my relentless stubbornness were what swung the votes my way.
I couldn't have done it without the help of some fabulous people. Big thanks to Coach Lesley for my training plan. And the fact that I'm too scared of Lesley not to follow it with fine detail :-) Thanks to my support team (Sharon, Sara, Jill and Kas) who gave up two nights' of sleep to follow me along the WHW. Although I'm sure Jill was having her own little slumber party! If anyone would like to see the softer, patient and caring side to Kas - you should have been at Lundavra at 3am. Although I'm not convinced it wasn't one of my many hallucinations. And last but by no means least, thanks to Sonic - for ruining my run of great PBS! Hey, I still maintain I was sleeping at the time of conception. Just kidding. I'm sure I'll thank him for the "woman are stronger runners after childbirth" theory.
Well done to all awards winner. Especially to Sonic for winning the club marathon championship for the third year in a row. His little medal looks so cute next to my MASSIVE trophy :-) OK, I best point out that Sonic won the award in 2006. So now there's two Consanis on the plaque. No pressure Paul.
At Garscube Harriers' annual awards presentation, I won the the award for "The Most Meritorious Performance". I have to admit it didn't come as a huge surprise as I organise the awards' do, so I knew who won everything. But I was surprised, shocked and stunned that people actually voted for me to win the award. I'm never going to be the fastest runner, so winning trophies is not not within my reach. Winning this is both the highlight and happy farewell to a fantastic year.
To recap, I won the award to setting PBs in all road races at the beginning of the year and for being the clubs' first female ultra distance runner - namely, the West Highland Way Race. I'm sure my support team's tales of woe and my relentless stubbornness were what swung the votes my way.
I couldn't have done it without the help of some fabulous people. Big thanks to Coach Lesley for my training plan. And the fact that I'm too scared of Lesley not to follow it with fine detail :-) Thanks to my support team (Sharon, Sara, Jill and Kas) who gave up two nights' of sleep to follow me along the WHW. Although I'm sure Jill was having her own little slumber party! If anyone would like to see the softer, patient and caring side to Kas - you should have been at Lundavra at 3am. Although I'm not convinced it wasn't one of my many hallucinations. And last but by no means least, thanks to Sonic - for ruining my run of great PBS! Hey, I still maintain I was sleeping at the time of conception. Just kidding. I'm sure I'll thank him for the "woman are stronger runners after childbirth" theory.
Well done to all awards winner. Especially to Sonic for winning the club marathon championship for the third year in a row. His little medal looks so cute next to my MASSIVE trophy :-) OK, I best point out that Sonic won the award in 2006. So now there's two Consanis on the plaque. No pressure Paul.
Friday, 10 October 2008
Friday fun
I think I'm going to have to change the name of my blog to "Debs on walk-jogging". That's what happens when you get a bit cocky. After feeling great during Sunday's race, I went out for a 6-miler on Tuesday and a 4-miler last night. Let's just things didn't go so well. I can say specifically what went wrong. My legs felt fine and my breathing was OK. Quite frankly, I just couldn't be a*sed. I think I'm just having a temporary loss of mojo, as I don't think it's time to hang up my trainers quite yet. Or maybe it's just running after work and not appreciating that I'm a little more tired than normal. Anyway in a vain attempt to keep going, I've ditched pace watching but I'm still wearing my Garmin so I can tally up my yearly mileage. Pace is not important and walking breaks are OK. It's just the motion of running that's key.
So other than feeling a bit knackered these days, things are all grand in Team Consani. I have to admit I'm getting more ditzy though. I'm usually quite freakishly organised, so I'm finding this new scatterbrained character quite embarrassing. I sure the receptionist at the gym thinks I'm completely mental. In the last month, I've managed to leave behind a swimsuit, sports bottle, my trainers and an ipod. Thankfully each time, a kind member has handed them in to lost property. But when I left my umbrella in there last Friday, I went and bought another. I couldn't face the shame.
Have a nice weekend y'all.
Congratulations to Thomas for running a fabulous time of 2:48:19 in the Cologne Marathon, beating Sonic's PB by a whopping four seconds. Thomas - thanks for the heads-up on the marathons with baby joggers. That's a great idea! And good luck to Mr and Mrs Pacepusher for this Sunday's Chicago Marathon
So other than feeling a bit knackered these days, things are all grand in Team Consani. I have to admit I'm getting more ditzy though. I'm usually quite freakishly organised, so I'm finding this new scatterbrained character quite embarrassing. I sure the receptionist at the gym thinks I'm completely mental. In the last month, I've managed to leave behind a swimsuit, sports bottle, my trainers and an ipod. Thankfully each time, a kind member has handed them in to lost property. But when I left my umbrella in there last Friday, I went and bought another. I couldn't face the shame.
Have a nice weekend y'all.
Congratulations to Thomas for running a fabulous time of 2:48:19 in the Cologne Marathon, beating Sonic's PB by a whopping four seconds. Thomas - thanks for the heads-up on the marathons with baby joggers. That's a great idea! And good luck to Mr and Mrs Pacepusher for this Sunday's Chicago Marathon
Monday, 6 October 2008
57 min jog round Loch Ness
Over the past few months, as suspected, I have got consistently slower. I did the women's 10K in May unaware that I was four weeks pregnant in 47 mins, the Paisley 10K at five months in 54 mins and yesterday's Loch Ness 10K in 57 mins. But what I have lost in time and the inclination to push myself, I have gained in the smugness that I can still run 6.2 miles at six months pregnant. And more to the point, I'm still really enjoy running.
The last time I did the Loch Ness 10K was in 2005, when I had an appalling race. I ended up getting completely lost (life before the Tom Tom) and when I finally found the start, had to jump out the car and start running pretty much straight away. After a 3.5 hour drive! This year's attempt wasn't less stressful. We got stuck at roadworks and then I had to wait in the queue for the toilets for 40 mins. I made it to the start with only a few minutes to spare.
The start was organised by race number and subsequent finishing times. I lined up in the 55 minute section, which is what I applied for. I thought giving my "condition", that this was a realistic position in the field. Bad move. I got completely held up by really slow runners for the first two miles. The narrow country roads weren't the best for passing. So there was a lots of bumping, near tumbles and numerous snide remarks. I probably expended far too much energy in the frustration to overtake, but at least I kept my gob shut.
From mile two onwards, I felt really good. Just a nice steady pace. I was hoping for under an hour, but I wasn't hell-bent on pushing myself to get it. I knew it was going to be my last race for a while, so I was more focused on simply enjoying it. It was such a lovely day - sunny and cool - and a great course, so it was hard not to enjoy it.
For the last few miles there was a small gang of runners around me, travelling at the same pace. There was a girl in the pink vest who seemed to be either one foot in front or one foot behind me. You always find there are people in a race that you just can't shake off, don't you? Anyway my lack of competitive spirit meant I wasn't rising to the bait. Even when she sprinted off for the finishing line. I crossed the finishing line in 57:36 and was completely delighted with my time. When passing through the finishers tunnel I congratulated the pink vest, who duly informed me that she was "determined to beat me". I did giggle and told her I had the upperhand being six months pregnant. Touche. I left her to pick up her jaw and went over to meet Sonic and the Pacepushers. Sonic finished in 36:27 and Pacepushers both got PB - a good tuner race for next week's Chicago Marathon. Fellow Garscubians Jill and Kathryn had great performances - 41 and 43 mins, respectively. And well done to WHW WAGS Katrina and Muriel.
The way the races were scheduled, we got to cheer on the marathon runners finishing. The first runner was home in 2:28. Congratulations to George, Sharon, Tim, Karen, George R, Ellen, Pauline, Fiona, John H and Crawford (and anyone else I missed) who all completed the marathon. Especially to those who have recently completed ultras. Davie B- you're a big poof! Just kidding, buddy. Hope your knee/IT recovers well.
On the way home, Sonic, Jill and I stopped off at a cafe in Fort Augustus for a post-race feast. They opted for the bake potato in haggis, whereas I was more reserved with the ol' tuna mayo. The highlight of the experience was the waitress (providing the usual Scottish hospitality) trying to explain to an American couple what Irn Bru tasted like. Hilarious. Almost as hilarious as when the male American tourist asked if I would stand in the middle of the road to take a picture of them outside the cafe. I honestly thought he was joking, but he really did want me to stand in the middle of the road. So there I was standing in the middle of the A82 on a sunny Sunday afternoon....just part of the adventure me thinks.
The last time I did the Loch Ness 10K was in 2005, when I had an appalling race. I ended up getting completely lost (life before the Tom Tom) and when I finally found the start, had to jump out the car and start running pretty much straight away. After a 3.5 hour drive! This year's attempt wasn't less stressful. We got stuck at roadworks and then I had to wait in the queue for the toilets for 40 mins. I made it to the start with only a few minutes to spare.
The start was organised by race number and subsequent finishing times. I lined up in the 55 minute section, which is what I applied for. I thought giving my "condition", that this was a realistic position in the field. Bad move. I got completely held up by really slow runners for the first two miles. The narrow country roads weren't the best for passing. So there was a lots of bumping, near tumbles and numerous snide remarks. I probably expended far too much energy in the frustration to overtake, but at least I kept my gob shut.
From mile two onwards, I felt really good. Just a nice steady pace. I was hoping for under an hour, but I wasn't hell-bent on pushing myself to get it. I knew it was going to be my last race for a while, so I was more focused on simply enjoying it. It was such a lovely day - sunny and cool - and a great course, so it was hard not to enjoy it.
For the last few miles there was a small gang of runners around me, travelling at the same pace. There was a girl in the pink vest who seemed to be either one foot in front or one foot behind me. You always find there are people in a race that you just can't shake off, don't you? Anyway my lack of competitive spirit meant I wasn't rising to the bait. Even when she sprinted off for the finishing line. I crossed the finishing line in 57:36 and was completely delighted with my time. When passing through the finishers tunnel I congratulated the pink vest, who duly informed me that she was "determined to beat me". I did giggle and told her I had the upperhand being six months pregnant. Touche. I left her to pick up her jaw and went over to meet Sonic and the Pacepushers. Sonic finished in 36:27 and Pacepushers both got PB - a good tuner race for next week's Chicago Marathon. Fellow Garscubians Jill and Kathryn had great performances - 41 and 43 mins, respectively. And well done to WHW WAGS Katrina and Muriel.
The way the races were scheduled, we got to cheer on the marathon runners finishing. The first runner was home in 2:28. Congratulations to George, Sharon, Tim, Karen, George R, Ellen, Pauline, Fiona, John H and Crawford (and anyone else I missed) who all completed the marathon. Especially to those who have recently completed ultras. Davie B- you're a big poof! Just kidding, buddy. Hope your knee/IT recovers well.
On the way home, Sonic, Jill and I stopped off at a cafe in Fort Augustus for a post-race feast. They opted for the bake potato in haggis, whereas I was more reserved with the ol' tuna mayo. The highlight of the experience was the waitress (providing the usual Scottish hospitality) trying to explain to an American couple what Irn Bru tasted like. Hilarious. Almost as hilarious as when the male American tourist asked if I would stand in the middle of the road to take a picture of them outside the cafe. I honestly thought he was joking, but he really did want me to stand in the middle of the road. So there I was standing in the middle of the A82 on a sunny Sunday afternoon....just part of the adventure me thinks.
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
More blethering
Where does the time go? I can't believe it's been a week since my last posting of drivel. Who says pregnancy drags? Now that we're in October, I'm starting to have a slight panic about my distinct lack of preparation and knowledge. I was full of great intentions at the start. I have wonderful collection of books, magazines and DVDs, but no time. As the weeks fly past, I'm finding myself missing chapters in the book as I pass stages. I've also found that maybe ignorance is bliss after all. I'm not sure Sonic can cope with my shrieks of: "they f-ing cut you where?" And watching the baby channel is mashing my brain. I was glued to a programme about some tree-hugger who doesn't use nappies (diapers to my friends in the west), because her baby "tells" her when he needs the toilet. WTF? And then there's the high-drama delivery programmes. It's my new "car-crash viewing" - I know I shouldn't look, but I'm drawn to it.
So now that the holiday's over, I'm trying to get a bit more organised. You know what it's like, life always starts after an event. I spent the first half of the years saying: "Once the marathon is over" or "when the WHWR is over"...you miraculously think you're going to have all this spare time on your hands. In reality, there's always something else. In my case it should be baby prep, but oh no, what have Sonic and I decided to do? Oh sell our house and buy a bigger one! Perfectly planned timing, don't you think? What started out as a innocent browse on the net, has opened a HUGE can of worms. I've spent the last week or so cleaning, clearing, painting and general DIY-ing.
In the midst of it all my Mum dragged me out pram shopping. How was I to know that three months was leaving it a bit tight? Sonic (bless his heart) did volunteer to come with us, but even I wouldn't have subjected him to a Pram Centre day trip with my Mum, Gran and Sis. I think I'm still recovering from the experience. It's a mind field. The last time I was there was when my Sis was preggers with number two. I was amazed that everyone automatically looks at your midriff. I distinctly remembering sucking in my 24" waist so much that I nearly passed out from oxygen deprivation. This time there was no hope. I just joined the ranks of the bump brigade. I think mums-to-be should be given badges with their due on it when they enter the shop. I mean, how am I supposed to compare myself without this knowledge? Tut! Anyway, meanwhile back at the ranch, I choose a pram. Not after much debating, testing and the mandatory fight with my Mum about who was going to pay. She won. I have to mention that the humorous highlight of the experience was the shop assistant who kept asking my Sister what she was looking for in a pram. Ha ha. It's a good job she's thick-skinned. We had to go to Pizza Hut to get over it ;-)
Anyway, back to running. A couple of weeks ago, I really thought my running days were numbered. It was a real chore and I wasn't enjoying it. Now I've put that blip down to post-holiday fatigue, as I had a fabulous seven mile run on Sunday morning and a great run last night. Mind you, the cooler temperatures are more to my liking now. I think having a winter baby was great accidental planning.
This Sunday I'm running - OK, participating in - the Loch Ness 10K. There's quite a gang of us heading up to Inverness to take part in the Marathon or the 10K, so good luck to everyone. Try not to choke on the post-race beers.
So now that the holiday's over, I'm trying to get a bit more organised. You know what it's like, life always starts after an event. I spent the first half of the years saying: "Once the marathon is over" or "when the WHWR is over"...you miraculously think you're going to have all this spare time on your hands. In reality, there's always something else. In my case it should be baby prep, but oh no, what have Sonic and I decided to do? Oh sell our house and buy a bigger one! Perfectly planned timing, don't you think? What started out as a innocent browse on the net, has opened a HUGE can of worms. I've spent the last week or so cleaning, clearing, painting and general DIY-ing.
In the midst of it all my Mum dragged me out pram shopping. How was I to know that three months was leaving it a bit tight? Sonic (bless his heart) did volunteer to come with us, but even I wouldn't have subjected him to a Pram Centre day trip with my Mum, Gran and Sis. I think I'm still recovering from the experience. It's a mind field. The last time I was there was when my Sis was preggers with number two. I was amazed that everyone automatically looks at your midriff. I distinctly remembering sucking in my 24" waist so much that I nearly passed out from oxygen deprivation. This time there was no hope. I just joined the ranks of the bump brigade. I think mums-to-be should be given badges with their due on it when they enter the shop. I mean, how am I supposed to compare myself without this knowledge? Tut! Anyway, meanwhile back at the ranch, I choose a pram. Not after much debating, testing and the mandatory fight with my Mum about who was going to pay. She won. I have to mention that the humorous highlight of the experience was the shop assistant who kept asking my Sister what she was looking for in a pram. Ha ha. It's a good job she's thick-skinned. We had to go to Pizza Hut to get over it ;-)
Anyway, back to running. A couple of weeks ago, I really thought my running days were numbered. It was a real chore and I wasn't enjoying it. Now I've put that blip down to post-holiday fatigue, as I had a fabulous seven mile run on Sunday morning and a great run last night. Mind you, the cooler temperatures are more to my liking now. I think having a winter baby was great accidental planning.
This Sunday I'm running - OK, participating in - the Loch Ness 10K. There's quite a gang of us heading up to Inverness to take part in the Marathon or the 10K, so good luck to everyone. Try not to choke on the post-race beers.
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Still here
Fret not, I haven't delved into a life of family-size bars of chocolate or banana pizzas yet. I'm still alive. And I'm still keeping pretty active. I haven't blogged for a couple of weeks because, quite frankly, I've got nothing much to write about. There's no variety to my training, no new route or glorious hills. Just me plodding away with no real goals. No pace or distance drivers. I just want to stay fit and run until my body tells me otherwise. If I can continue to run a few miles a few times a week, then I'll be happy. I still have to endure the disapproving looks of those who don't agree of pregnant exercising. I nearly lost the rag with someone at work who hissed "that's so DANGEROUS" when I told him that I was still running. I was very close to screaming: F-k off. But managed to smile and control my boiling blood and remind him that as long as don't raise my heart rate too much and it doesn't hurt then it's perfectly safe...And then called Sonic and called said person everything under the sun.
I suppose like all pregnant gals, I do get a worried in case anything I do does harm the baby. If (heaven forbid) anything were to go wrong, then the fingers would point at my active lifestyle. Right now I'm just going on the basis (and fact!) that maintaining a level of fitness is good for me and the baby. And for every negative person, there's a positive person patting me on the back for not sitting with my feet up watching soaps.
Now at week 24, my body is telling me (OK, forcing me) to slow down. When I'm at the gym, I've turned the levels down a notch and I'm limited to around 10 m/m when running. I can really feel the extra weight taking it's toll. I've put on 15lbs! Yes Sharon, I've finally tipped the stone mark. I promise I'll never smirk at a overweight or big-busted runner every again. It's tough. Even stairs are a struggle.
For once in my life, I'm not obsessing about food. I am trying to eat healthy though. But without the calorie and fat content counting. I'm eating a lot more bread and cereals than I normally would, but I've really cut down on protein. Before I usually always had chicken or fish for dinner. Now the only time I eat it is between two slices of bread. I suppose I've just gone off it. I don't have any cravings per se. Personally I think that's a bit of a myth. I just like some foods more than others just now. The body is a very clever machine and will let your know what you need. I may have to wean the baby off cottage cheese and spaghetti and toast though.
So onwards and upwards - or outwards in my case. All is well in Camp Consani. Sonic is still getting all my pregnancy symptoms, but he's soldiering on. What a trooper :-)
I suppose like all pregnant gals, I do get a worried in case anything I do does harm the baby. If (heaven forbid) anything were to go wrong, then the fingers would point at my active lifestyle. Right now I'm just going on the basis (and fact!) that maintaining a level of fitness is good for me and the baby. And for every negative person, there's a positive person patting me on the back for not sitting with my feet up watching soaps.
Now at week 24, my body is telling me (OK, forcing me) to slow down. When I'm at the gym, I've turned the levels down a notch and I'm limited to around 10 m/m when running. I can really feel the extra weight taking it's toll. I've put on 15lbs! Yes Sharon, I've finally tipped the stone mark. I promise I'll never smirk at a overweight or big-busted runner every again. It's tough. Even stairs are a struggle.
For once in my life, I'm not obsessing about food. I am trying to eat healthy though. But without the calorie and fat content counting. I'm eating a lot more bread and cereals than I normally would, but I've really cut down on protein. Before I usually always had chicken or fish for dinner. Now the only time I eat it is between two slices of bread. I suppose I've just gone off it. I don't have any cravings per se. Personally I think that's a bit of a myth. I just like some foods more than others just now. The body is a very clever machine and will let your know what you need. I may have to wean the baby off cottage cheese and spaghetti and toast though.
So onwards and upwards - or outwards in my case. All is well in Camp Consani. Sonic is still getting all my pregnancy symptoms, but he's soldiering on. What a trooper :-)
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Post-holiday blues
Back from Vietnam. Had a fabulous time. The trekking was pretty challenging in 100 degree heat, but I lived to tell the tale. Actually there's a full holiday tale in progress - once I get round to writing up my travel journal. Watch this space. In the meantime here's a pic of my week 22 belly, which was taken on the last day of my hols. I think I'm having a noodle baby :-)
And here's a picture of my nephew, Jack, in his new t-shirt.
And here's a picture of my nephew, Jack, in his new t-shirt.
Monday, 1 September 2008
Good luck y'all
Best of luck to everyone running in next week's Great Scottish Run. And to Kas and Rob for the Moray marathon and half. I'll be thinking of you all. Well, maybe for a brief fleeting moment.
See you later. I'm off to 'Nam.
Ps: Check out Tom's blog for a video of our hike last month. I'm sure Dirk didn't mean to take as much footage of my ass :-)
See you later. I'm off to 'Nam.
Ps: Check out Tom's blog for a video of our hike last month. I'm sure Dirk didn't mean to take as much footage of my ass :-)
Sunday, 31 August 2008
Paisley 10K
Today I dragged my chubby body and tired legs round the Paisley 10K. Bagging two Munros the day before isn't ideal preparation for a race, but hey, who's taking it seriously? Actually my legs probably weren't as achy as they should be.
You know you're in Paisley when you get to race registration and two of the runners are outside smoking. Now that's a challenge! To them, anything less would be cheating.
It was nice to start a race feeling so relaxed. I perched up near the back of the pack, as I thought it would be best to overtake rather than be trodden on. My legs were a little stiff for the first few kilometres, but at least I didn't walk - like some did. Once I'd loosened up my muscles I would good to go. The only thing that holds me back is my oxygen supply.
It was a pretty muggy day, so I felt quite dehydrated. Especially considering I didn't drink anything prior to the race - I was determined to get round without stopping :-) So as we rounded the corner at 4K, the marshall directed us along the left side of road - when the water station was on the right!? There was a wee guy dodging the traffic and running across with cups of water. Call me old fashioned, but wouldn't it have made more sense to carry the water table over the road? So I missed the water stop. And when I got to the station at 7K, there a queue for a serve-yourself water canister. I ran through that one too. That aside, it was a great race. Fabulous new course, which takes out the misery of the steep hill at 9K. It was well organised and well marshalled and there were pipers or drummers at every kilometre mark.
I felt really good the whole way round. And I really felt I ran well, considering. Steady and comfortable. I finished in 54.34, which I was really pleased with. Six months ago I would have probably thrown myself off a bridge, but I won't be comparing times for a while. Now it's just about staying fit and healthy and participating in the joy of races. Plus, I can't let Sonic catch up medals. I'll be back next year to better it. Well, hopefully :-)
Spilts: 9.10, 9.07, 9.15, 9.17, 8.55, 8.42
After twisting Sonic's arm to sign-up, he put in a sterling effort and finished in 29th position with 36:43. A few minutes of his PB, but much better than he expected.
You know you're in Paisley when you get to race registration and two of the runners are outside smoking. Now that's a challenge! To them, anything less would be cheating.
It was nice to start a race feeling so relaxed. I perched up near the back of the pack, as I thought it would be best to overtake rather than be trodden on. My legs were a little stiff for the first few kilometres, but at least I didn't walk - like some did. Once I'd loosened up my muscles I would good to go. The only thing that holds me back is my oxygen supply.
It was a pretty muggy day, so I felt quite dehydrated. Especially considering I didn't drink anything prior to the race - I was determined to get round without stopping :-) So as we rounded the corner at 4K, the marshall directed us along the left side of road - when the water station was on the right!? There was a wee guy dodging the traffic and running across with cups of water. Call me old fashioned, but wouldn't it have made more sense to carry the water table over the road? So I missed the water stop. And when I got to the station at 7K, there a queue for a serve-yourself water canister. I ran through that one too. That aside, it was a great race. Fabulous new course, which takes out the misery of the steep hill at 9K. It was well organised and well marshalled and there were pipers or drummers at every kilometre mark.
I felt really good the whole way round. And I really felt I ran well, considering. Steady and comfortable. I finished in 54.34, which I was really pleased with. Six months ago I would have probably thrown myself off a bridge, but I won't be comparing times for a while. Now it's just about staying fit and healthy and participating in the joy of races. Plus, I can't let Sonic catch up medals. I'll be back next year to better it. Well, hopefully :-)
Spilts: 9.10, 9.07, 9.15, 9.17, 8.55, 8.42
After twisting Sonic's arm to sign-up, he put in a sterling effort and finished in 29th position with 36:43. A few minutes of his PB, but much better than he expected.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
My 100th Munro
I finally hit the magic 100. I started Munro bagging in May 2005 with a leisurely jaunt up Ben Lomond. Having completed two marathons and various 10Ks and half-marathons, I thought hillwalking would be a breeze. Pah! I could barely walk for four days. Walking downstairs was virtually impossible. Thankfully three years on, my legs are a little more hill savvy.
Today, I bagged the other two Munros on Black Mount - Stob Ghabhar an Stob a Choire Odhair.
On the Aonach Eagach ridge. Probably just as well that we couldn't see the drops below.
A little misty?
100 down. Only 184 to go %-)
Today, I bagged the other two Munros on Black Mount - Stob Ghabhar an Stob a Choire Odhair.
On the Aonach Eagach ridge. Probably just as well that we couldn't see the drops below.
A little misty?
100 down. Only 184 to go %-)
Friday, 29 August 2008
Let the holiday begin
Last night I went up to Garscube training. I ran with Kas, who is the first person I've ran with since I found out I was preggers. I suppose I've just felt more comfortable doing my own thing of late. I can stop for a breather, walk, take it easy or jump behind bush if I like. Considering Kas was my final support runner in the final stage of the WHW, she's seen me in a MUCH worse state. The 5.91 mile route (top gate, anniesland, southbrae, danes, anniesland road, home)took us 56.28. Average 9.33 m/m. I felt pretty good, but the hills are really starting to take their toll. And I bowed out of joining Kas on her sprint finish.
I went to the gym before work this morning for my usual cross-training and swim. I'm quite motivated, so getting up early is never really a problem for me. Just don't ask me to stay up past 10pm. The main challenge is the morning is getting Sonic out of bed to come with me. When I wake him at 5.50am, he rolls about squealing like a lobster in boiling water for about five minutes. Today, I took the cruel option in a vain attempt to speed up the process and pulled the covers off him. With a swinging arm tried to grab the disappearing sheet...and whacked himself in the goolies. You can't buy that kind of entertainment :-)
I've finished up at work for two whole weeks. Woohoo! We're off to Vietnam on Tuesday for a spot of sightseeing and wee bit of trekking. Can't wait. I'm starting to feel a little worn out, so I'm actually looking forward to the 15-hour flight.
I went to the gym before work this morning for my usual cross-training and swim. I'm quite motivated, so getting up early is never really a problem for me. Just don't ask me to stay up past 10pm. The main challenge is the morning is getting Sonic out of bed to come with me. When I wake him at 5.50am, he rolls about squealing like a lobster in boiling water for about five minutes. Today, I took the cruel option in a vain attempt to speed up the process and pulled the covers off him. With a swinging arm tried to grab the disappearing sheet...and whacked himself in the goolies. You can't buy that kind of entertainment :-)
I've finished up at work for two whole weeks. Woohoo! We're off to Vietnam on Tuesday for a spot of sightseeing and wee bit of trekking. Can't wait. I'm starting to feel a little worn out, so I'm actually looking forward to the 15-hour flight.
Thursday, 28 August 2008
The best baby card EVER!
Over the past couple of months we have received lots of beautiful cards from family and friends, but my buddy Anita went over and above her usual creative genius to send her congratulations. Anyone who knows Anita, knows she doesn't do thing by halves. We had a club karaoke a couple of years ago, and she came dressed as Kylie. Always one to entertain, you'll find her singing and dancing on the stages of Glasgow. But yesterday, she put the biggest smile on our faces when this dropped through the letterbox.
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In the pic: Paul, Sharon, Anita, Kas, Sara and Jill
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Complete with bump
Baby in Garscube Harriers kit
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Baby in Garscube Harriers kit
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
Midweek mayhem
I had a bit of a nippy head last night, so called off my planned four-mile run. Instead I had my spaghetti hoops (yep, still on them) and went to bed at 8.30pm. Unfortunately that meant I was awake at 3.30 this morning. I lay listening to the torrential rain batter off the window until it was time to go to the gym. I was quite organised last night and left my gym gear next to the bed, ready to 'jump' into. I wasn't sensible enough not to leave them under the open window though. Doh!
So 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer and then off for a cooling swim. I did 40 lengths of breast stroke and then 10 in front crawl. I swear I haven't done front crawl since I left school. Being raised in Dubai, swimming was a big thing at my school. Mind you, so was x-country (or x-desert). Both of which I rejected until well into my adulthood. All went well and I didn't drown. I did however gulp a bit too much water and let out a accidental belch, which seemed to echo round the pool area. Die. I couldn't even pretend it wasn't me, as everyone within earshot (and it was a massive burp) turned to look at me. There are not many places to hide your shame when your only option is airless. I'm sure you could have heard hissing when my red face hit the water.
I went out for a fabulous four-mile run when I got home. I felt the best I have done in ages. It was a lovely fresh evening with a cool breeze. I just did my usual route round Balloch. Average pace was 8.59 m/m.
I've got a hospital appointment on Friday, so I blew the dust off my pregnancy week-by-week book for some last minute swotting. I nearly keeled over in fits when I read this bit: "don't bother with expensive maternity wear. Just wear some leggings and borrow your partner's T-shirts". WTF? Who could suggest such a cardinal sin. My thoughts are: as my normal clothes get tighter, I go shopping. Pregnancy is to be enjoyed. And fretting and mopping about about what to wear would be unbearable. Well, that's my excuse for my additional purchases to my new collection.
So 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer and then off for a cooling swim. I did 40 lengths of breast stroke and then 10 in front crawl. I swear I haven't done front crawl since I left school. Being raised in Dubai, swimming was a big thing at my school. Mind you, so was x-country (or x-desert). Both of which I rejected until well into my adulthood. All went well and I didn't drown. I did however gulp a bit too much water and let out a accidental belch, which seemed to echo round the pool area. Die. I couldn't even pretend it wasn't me, as everyone within earshot (and it was a massive burp) turned to look at me. There are not many places to hide your shame when your only option is airless. I'm sure you could have heard hissing when my red face hit the water.
I went out for a fabulous four-mile run when I got home. I felt the best I have done in ages. It was a lovely fresh evening with a cool breeze. I just did my usual route round Balloch. Average pace was 8.59 m/m.
I've got a hospital appointment on Friday, so I blew the dust off my pregnancy week-by-week book for some last minute swotting. I nearly keeled over in fits when I read this bit: "don't bother with expensive maternity wear. Just wear some leggings and borrow your partner's T-shirts". WTF? Who could suggest such a cardinal sin. My thoughts are: as my normal clothes get tighter, I go shopping. Pregnancy is to be enjoyed. And fretting and mopping about about what to wear would be unbearable. Well, that's my excuse for my additional purchases to my new collection.
Sunday, 24 August 2008
Another two Munros
Nine of us (and Merry, the dog) headed out on a rainy Sunday morning to bag the two Munros on Black Mount - Meall a Bhuiridh and Creise.
The initial ascent was tough. Very steep grassy slopes with lots of loose rocks. We later discovered that Sonic (who was in charge of navigation) took us on the reverse circuit route to "make it a longer day". There was almost a queue to push him off. Mind you, once we were up the ridge was pretty straight forward and the route down to the ski tracks into Glencoe made the descent a doodle.
The pictures are quite deceptive, as I only took my camera out when there was a break in a rain.
If you want rainbows, you've got to put up with the rain - or so Dolly Parton would say.
No Sonic hadn't fallen in the river. It really was that wet.
The Crazy German
The initial ascent was tough. Very steep grassy slopes with lots of loose rocks. We later discovered that Sonic (who was in charge of navigation) took us on the reverse circuit route to "make it a longer day". There was almost a queue to push him off. Mind you, once we were up the ridge was pretty straight forward and the route down to the ski tracks into Glencoe made the descent a doodle.
The pictures are quite deceptive, as I only took my camera out when there was a break in a rain.
If you want rainbows, you've got to put up with the rain - or so Dolly Parton would say.
No Sonic hadn't fallen in the river. It really was that wet.
The Crazy German
Saturday, 23 August 2008
Groundhog Day.
Just an easy seven for me. Just for a change :-% Today I thought I'd go a bit crazy and stop my watch after a one mile warm-up and then time the six-miles. I've signed up for a couple of 10Ks over the next six weeks and I'm slightly worried that I might not break the one hour mark. Shallow, I know, but even my first ever 10K was 57 minutes. The result was I did the six miles in 54 minutes, at a relatively easy pace. So fingers crossed I'm not last. At least I'll get a PB. A Pregnancy Best that is. And boy could I do with some new (one-size-fits-no-one) race t-shirts.
Thursday, 21 August 2008
The power of ten
I actually ran 10 whole miles tonight. And a very hilly 10 miles at that. Who would have thought I'd be chuffed at running 10 miles?
It was a glorious night - fresh and sunny - and the views were amazing. It's my favourite route (over to milngavie, through the back roads to Langbank), so when it was on the cards for the Garscube training night, I knew I had to give it a bash. I left a little early to allow myself plenty of time. The steep hills were a bit of a struggle, but I followed JK's WHW race plan and ran up 20 breaths and then walked for 20 seconds before carrying on and repeating. I really enjoyed the run. And the country roads made for easy "comfort breaks". Double bonus.
I got back well before the others. Only to discover it was only the fast guys who took the longer option. The rest coped out with a shorter six-miler. I was glad to see the guys were completely goosed and panting about it being a tough course. I'm sure there exertion levels were much higher than mine. And they did finish 30 minutes faster than me. But hey, it's all relative...?
Average pace 10:11
It was a glorious night - fresh and sunny - and the views were amazing. It's my favourite route (over to milngavie, through the back roads to Langbank), so when it was on the cards for the Garscube training night, I knew I had to give it a bash. I left a little early to allow myself plenty of time. The steep hills were a bit of a struggle, but I followed JK's WHW race plan and ran up 20 breaths and then walked for 20 seconds before carrying on and repeating. I really enjoyed the run. And the country roads made for easy "comfort breaks". Double bonus.
I got back well before the others. Only to discover it was only the fast guys who took the longer option. The rest coped out with a shorter six-miler. I was glad to see the guys were completely goosed and panting about it being a tough course. I'm sure there exertion levels were much higher than mine. And they did finish 30 minutes faster than me. But hey, it's all relative...?
Average pace 10:11
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Full-on day
I got up at 5.45am to go to the gym before work. Despite Sonic's promises to join me on my early morning workouts, there was just no shifting him. I'm not going to bore with the gym schedules, because quite frankly I'm boring myself. I just need to tell you one humorous tale: I'm quite scatterbrained at times. And especially more in recent times. But the there was a girl at the girl who took it to a new level. Whilst I was on the elliptical trainer, so was frantically pedaling away on the bike in front. When she had finished her session she quite admirably went away to get some paper towels and disinfectant spray to clean down the bike she was using. So she came back and spent a few minutes thoroughly wiping down the bike...next to the one she was using. I nearly fell off the machine laughing :-)
I had to get to work early, as I had a meeting out at Park Circus. I decided to leave my car in the carpark and walk out. It was raining, but I didn't think it was that bad. I call it falling-down-rain. I know all rain falls down, but I mean it's the kind of rain that doesn't attack you from all angles. Anyway, it wasn't my wisest decision, as I got pretty drenched - on the way out and again on the way back.
At lunchtime I dragged Sonic round the shops looking for new gear for our holiday. Not too much damaged caused, as I only came back with a pair of jeans. Shopping is quiet hard just now, as I don't want to buy anything that's only going to fit me for five minutes. I find it a bit depressing, as I never had to worry covering and hiding bits. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving my little bump. But I hate the boobs. And everything else is a little more padded than usual.
After work I went a four-mile run before the running club committee meeting. I chose quite a hilly route (Top gate, maxwell, canniesburn, switchback) so my average was even slower than normal - 9.35m/m. It was a really nice fresh night, so it was quite enjoyable.
So after a nice, uneventful, but drawn out committee meeting (need to be careful who reads this!), I was home for 10.30. Needless to say, I was pretty zonked.
I had to get to work early, as I had a meeting out at Park Circus. I decided to leave my car in the carpark and walk out. It was raining, but I didn't think it was that bad. I call it falling-down-rain. I know all rain falls down, but I mean it's the kind of rain that doesn't attack you from all angles. Anyway, it wasn't my wisest decision, as I got pretty drenched - on the way out and again on the way back.
At lunchtime I dragged Sonic round the shops looking for new gear for our holiday. Not too much damaged caused, as I only came back with a pair of jeans. Shopping is quiet hard just now, as I don't want to buy anything that's only going to fit me for five minutes. I find it a bit depressing, as I never had to worry covering and hiding bits. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving my little bump. But I hate the boobs. And everything else is a little more padded than usual.
After work I went a four-mile run before the running club committee meeting. I chose quite a hilly route (Top gate, maxwell, canniesburn, switchback) so my average was even slower than normal - 9.35m/m. It was a really nice fresh night, so it was quite enjoyable.
So after a nice, uneventful, but drawn out committee meeting (need to be careful who reads this!), I was home for 10.30. Needless to say, I was pretty zonked.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Back to the grindstone
Nothing much to report. Just went to the gym at lunchtime and then for a five mile run after work. Sonic went to meet the troops for a fartlek session and I went off and did my own thing. Just me, myself and my ipod. Really need to get some new tunes for running. Right now I've got a choice between dance stuff (which I previously used for speed and tempo runs) and utter rubbish.
Sunday, 17 August 2008
Marathon day
We got up early to watch the Olympic Marathon this morning. Even though we taped it, because of the time difference, I wanted to watch if before someone killed the surprise. During the 2004 Olympics, I had taped the marathon and went out for the day - with a view to watching it when I got back. Of course I received numerous texts along the lines of "at least we can finish a marathon" or "poor Paula". This time the phones were ignored until the finishing line.
It was a strange battle to view. Constantina Tomescu was the only one brave enough to go for the gold. The rest were like a pack of wolves. They all wanted it, but no one was going to stick their next out an go for it..until the last couple of miles. And then it was a close battle for the top 10 positions. Paula put in a very brave performance - just to finish in 23rd place. I'm glad the Japanese gal, Reiko Tosa, pulled out. It was torture watching her struggle. Click here for full results.
I didn't really fancy a run today. My heart wasn't in it. Instead I took my niece and nephew to a local fete for some face painting, cake eating and bouncy castle-ing.
However, I did cyle round with Sonic on his 13-mile run. I'm sure he choose the hilly option in a vain attempt to shake me off :-)
It was a strange battle to view. Constantina Tomescu was the only one brave enough to go for the gold. The rest were like a pack of wolves. They all wanted it, but no one was going to stick their next out an go for it..until the last couple of miles. And then it was a close battle for the top 10 positions. Paula put in a very brave performance - just to finish in 23rd place. I'm glad the Japanese gal, Reiko Tosa, pulled out. It was torture watching her struggle. Click here for full results.
I didn't really fancy a run today. My heart wasn't in it. Instead I took my niece and nephew to a local fete for some face painting, cake eating and bouncy castle-ing.
However, I did cyle round with Sonic on his 13-mile run. I'm sure he choose the hilly option in a vain attempt to shake me off :-)
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Hitting the hills
Traded in the trainers for the boots today. Even though the forecast was for rain and more rain, I was still adamant I wanted to hit the hills.
Sonic and I were joined by Athole, David (Athole's pal) and Ben. We met them at Bridge of Orchy, as we were planning on doing Beinn Achaladair (1038 metres) and Beinn a Chreachain (1081 metres). Two new Munros for me.
When we first met David, he seemed quite impressed that we had ran the WHW race. Later we discovered that we were totally humbled by his achievements. He's this year's Scottish Teacher of the Year and going up against two others for the UK Teacher of the Year. Not only that, he organises teachers lectures, school trips, climbing clubs, school plays...and he sings, plays piano, tap dances and does ballet. I felt pretty pretty deflated about my mere ability to put one foot in front of the other %-)
Thankfully the weather forecast was slightly out. It was quite dull and windy, but we never had a drop of rain. The cool conditions were a welcome relief, as on previous trips I found I overheat quite quickly. And subsequently wilt. Considering I was out with four boys, the pace was quite steady. I'm sure they would have been up there like a rat up a pipe, if it wasn't for me though. Mind you, we finished the circuit well before the 6.5/8.5 hour time allowance recommendation, so I couldn't have been that slow.
So that's me on 96 Munros now. I really want to get to 100 before I get too fat. Then I've only got the small matter of the other 184. Sonic's done 242 (he started when he was 16!) so I've got a bit of catching up to do.
Sonic and I were joined by Athole, David (Athole's pal) and Ben. We met them at Bridge of Orchy, as we were planning on doing Beinn Achaladair (1038 metres) and Beinn a Chreachain (1081 metres). Two new Munros for me.
When we first met David, he seemed quite impressed that we had ran the WHW race. Later we discovered that we were totally humbled by his achievements. He's this year's Scottish Teacher of the Year and going up against two others for the UK Teacher of the Year. Not only that, he organises teachers lectures, school trips, climbing clubs, school plays...and he sings, plays piano, tap dances and does ballet. I felt pretty pretty deflated about my mere ability to put one foot in front of the other %-)
Thankfully the weather forecast was slightly out. It was quite dull and windy, but we never had a drop of rain. The cool conditions were a welcome relief, as on previous trips I found I overheat quite quickly. And subsequently wilt. Considering I was out with four boys, the pace was quite steady. I'm sure they would have been up there like a rat up a pipe, if it wasn't for me though. Mind you, we finished the circuit well before the 6.5/8.5 hour time allowance recommendation, so I couldn't have been that slow.
So that's me on 96 Munros now. I really want to get to 100 before I get too fat. Then I've only got the small matter of the other 184. Sonic's done 242 (he started when he was 16!) so I've got a bit of catching up to do.
Friday, 15 August 2008
Gym and swim
Managed to convince (some may call it guilt-trip) Sonic into going to the gym with me before work. I really enjoy the gym on a Friday morning, as it's really quiet. The aforementioned good intentions are usually quashed by Friday. I went on the elliptical trainer for 30 minutes and then went for a swim.
I'm finding it quite funny how your body and tastes adapt to different things when you're preggers. Previously you wouldn't have got me anywhere near a swimming pool and now I really enjoy. Which is good, as they say swimming is the best form of exercises - especially in the latter stage. Also, my day couldn't have started with a cup of coffee, whereas I'm completely off the lovely black stuff just now.
I'm finding it quite funny how your body and tastes adapt to different things when you're preggers. Previously you wouldn't have got me anywhere near a swimming pool and now I really enjoy. Which is good, as they say swimming is the best form of exercises - especially in the latter stage. Also, my day couldn't have started with a cup of coffee, whereas I'm completely off the lovely black stuff just now.
Thursday, 14 August 2008
A bit more bendy
I went to my yoga class at lunchtime. Even if I do say so myself, I'm getting better. I suppose I should be, as I've been going to the class since last December. Or maybe it's the relaxin that's making me more supple. Either way, bending and twisting doesn't seem as strained as it used to. When I first joined the class, I could barely touch my knees let alone my toes. The main benefit is that it has sorted out the reoccuring adductor - I think common people call it groin strain :-) and hip injuries that I had.
Whe I got home I went for a 4.5mile run, which I really enjoyed. Average pace 9:18. I don't know how I managed it, but the average pace for all my runs over the past week or so has been 9.18. Spooky.
Whe I got home I went for a 4.5mile run, which I really enjoyed. Average pace 9:18. I don't know how I managed it, but the average pace for all my runs over the past week or so has been 9.18. Spooky.
Wednesday, 13 August 2008
The things I do for spaghetti hoops
I was pretty knackered last night, so I went to bed at 9.30pm. The flip side was that I woke up at 4am. I tried to get back to sleep, but gave in after an hour or so and decided to go the gym. Not before I threw Sonic out the door into the pouring rain to do his tempo run. I know, I'm a witch. The advantage of being early was that I didn't have to rush about getting everything in before work, so I had a 30-minute session on elliptical trainer - watching GMTV. Fascinating stuff. I know all the top news stories before I even get to work. Then I spent 30 minutes in the pool. It's great in the morning, as I pratically have the place to myself. Unlike last Monday night when I nearly drowned with the waves. Mind you, I'm sure Monday's are busier than most nights. Everyone's full of great intentions at the start of the week.
After the early rise, I was starting to wilt by mid-morning. I didn't help that I had to make a 150 mile round trip to a meeting on the east-coast. I have noticed over the last few months my tolerance levels have got even lower - if that was possible. Maybe it was the heat, or the tiredness or the traffic-jams, but I seem to have a bit more of the rage of road of late.
By the time I got back to the office and rushed about getting stuff together for tomorrow's paper, I was like a Gremlin by the end of the day. Didn't stop me going on a seven-mile run though. I know, I'm a martyr. Even in the current condition, I still feel really guilty when I don't get my run in. Needless to say, it wasn't my finest performance. I had to take a few walking breaks, but hey ho, it's about maintaining fitness, not speed. My only incentive was to get back in time before the supermarket closed. I needed my spaghetti hoop fix :-) I don't think I'm embracing this pregnancy properly. All I seem to eat is All-Bran, cottage cheese, wholemeal bread, pasta and tinned spaghetti. Not complaining though. I'm sure by Christmas, I'll be demolishing a selection box or two.
After the early rise, I was starting to wilt by mid-morning. I didn't help that I had to make a 150 mile round trip to a meeting on the east-coast. I have noticed over the last few months my tolerance levels have got even lower - if that was possible. Maybe it was the heat, or the tiredness or the traffic-jams, but I seem to have a bit more of the rage of road of late.
By the time I got back to the office and rushed about getting stuff together for tomorrow's paper, I was like a Gremlin by the end of the day. Didn't stop me going on a seven-mile run though. I know, I'm a martyr. Even in the current condition, I still feel really guilty when I don't get my run in. Needless to say, it wasn't my finest performance. I had to take a few walking breaks, but hey ho, it's about maintaining fitness, not speed. My only incentive was to get back in time before the supermarket closed. I needed my spaghetti hoop fix :-) I don't think I'm embracing this pregnancy properly. All I seem to eat is All-Bran, cottage cheese, wholemeal bread, pasta and tinned spaghetti. Not complaining though. I'm sure by Christmas, I'll be demolishing a selection box or two.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Four's a chore
I was full of great intentions today, but I only managed a four-mile run after work. And that was only because Sonic dropped me off four-miles from the house. I remember the days when I wouldn't have bothered dirtying a pair of socks for four miles. Mind you, I also remember the days when I didn't breath like I'd lost a lung. Anyway, after the initial humming and hawing and will I/won't I, I had a fabulous run. There was a nice drizzle, so I dint' overheat. And I managed the whole four-miles without a nature call. Now that's an accomplishment!
Monday, 11 August 2008
Feeling the pinch
OK, who shrunk my clothes? It's week 17 and I'm starting to feel the snugness. I don't quite have a bump, just an all over expansion. My Sis (and mother of two) laughed when I showed her my bump yesterday. She eloquently said that it looks like I "need a good fart". Of course, my husband has been a tower of strength. Supporting me with his usual reem of Marco-isms. When I was moaning about my general growth he told me in was all in my head. Closely followed by "I know when you look in the mirror you see a big fat heifer...". Actually I don't. But NOW I DO. It's a good job I'm thick-skinned.
I'm not brave enough to stand on the scales, so I wimped out with a measuring tape instead. I've put 3.5" on my chest, which sounds quite impressive until I tell you what it was in the first place. I'm still way short of the national average. My waist is now 27.5", which is just a few fish suppers worth really.
I didn't go for run today. Just the gym after work. 30 mins on the elliptical trainer and then a 30 minute swim. It's probably one of the few times I've been to the gym in evening, and now I remember why I avoid it. What a nightmare. I can't believe people actually queue for a treadmill...to walk...when it's dry and sunny outside. Madness.
We went to a BBQ tonight. Dermot (from running club) and his wife were having a wee al fresco soiree. There's only one thing better than a good barbie. And that's a barbie when you're preggers. Sheer bliss. And there was lots of running chat too. Even better.
I'm not brave enough to stand on the scales, so I wimped out with a measuring tape instead. I've put 3.5" on my chest, which sounds quite impressive until I tell you what it was in the first place. I'm still way short of the national average. My waist is now 27.5", which is just a few fish suppers worth really.
I didn't go for run today. Just the gym after work. 30 mins on the elliptical trainer and then a 30 minute swim. It's probably one of the few times I've been to the gym in evening, and now I remember why I avoid it. What a nightmare. I can't believe people actually queue for a treadmill...to walk...when it's dry and sunny outside. Madness.
We went to a BBQ tonight. Dermot (from running club) and his wife were having a wee al fresco soiree. There's only one thing better than a good barbie. And that's a barbie when you're preggers. Sheer bliss. And there was lots of running chat too. Even better.
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Hangover free for me. How novel.
This hangover free Sunday malarky is getting to be quite a habit. Who would have thought I'd wake up bright as a button after a wedding? The same couldn't be said for Sonic though. After working his way through copious amounts of beer, wine AND whisky, it was him that wanted to vacate the party early. I'm not convinced he didn't use me as an excuse though. So after he bounced out of the venue, passed out in the car, threatened to throw up and then crawled up the stairs to bed, he wasn't full of the joys of summer when I got up for my run at 7am.
I just went round my usual 7-mile route through Dumbarton. I was a great morning for a run. Fresh and drizzly, just the way I like it. I felt great, so 9m/m seems really easy. Although I've been very lucky with my general well-being during pregnancy, the toilet stops are getting beyond a joke. I had to stop TWICE. And I didn't even drink anything before I left for my run. I'm going to get an ASBO (or an anti social behaviour order - for my overseas readers) soon. Mind you, where we live an ASBO is probably a recognised qualification. ;-)
My plan was to run round my route and then cycle with Sonic on his 12-mile tempo. I'm sure that was Sonic's plan too...in his head. He'd just forgotten to tell his legs. When I got home, he'd got as far as eating breakfast and had retired to the sofa to watch archery at the Olympics. I mean, who actually watches archery on TV? Apparently it's quite gripping.
I just went round my usual 7-mile route through Dumbarton. I was a great morning for a run. Fresh and drizzly, just the way I like it. I felt great, so 9m/m seems really easy. Although I've been very lucky with my general well-being during pregnancy, the toilet stops are getting beyond a joke. I had to stop TWICE. And I didn't even drink anything before I left for my run. I'm going to get an ASBO (or an anti social behaviour order - for my overseas readers) soon. Mind you, where we live an ASBO is probably a recognised qualification. ;-)
My plan was to run round my route and then cycle with Sonic on his 12-mile tempo. I'm sure that was Sonic's plan too...in his head. He'd just forgotten to tell his legs. When I got home, he'd got as far as eating breakfast and had retired to the sofa to watch archery at the Olympics. I mean, who actually watches archery on TV? Apparently it's quite gripping.
Saturday, 9 August 2008
An eventful day
Well, today is our first wedding anniversary. To kick off the romance, we exchanged gifts. I bought Sonic a pair of I-nov8 Mudrocs and an Icebreaker top. Ahhh the romance. And he got me a pair of MBTs (which I will discuss at a later point)and a huge bunch of lillies. I forgot to mention that we were exchanging gifts at 4am, as we were going to cheer on out buddies who were running the Devil O' the Highlands. We could only go as far as Kingshouse though, as we had to go to someone else's wedding %-) How's that for a first anniversary? I was only slightly miffed that Marco's mate chose today to get married.
The conditions for the race seemed great for running - cool and wet - but horrible for spectating. Although the moisture would have made the rocky descents trickier to maneuver. But I would have rather tackled that than the wrestling we had to endure with the pesky midges.
It was great to catch up with some of the WHW folks - Thomas, Silke, Davie, Brian, Ian, Allybea, George and Dario. And my live wire bessie mate, Sharon, was out for her debut ultra marathon. Sharon's has come on leaps and bounds over the past two years and she's trained like a crazy woman, so I held high hopes for her performance. Actually before the race I told her I expected at least a second place position. In true Sharon-style she went that little bit further and WON the race in an amazing time of 7:12. I'm so unbelievably proud of her. I think she'll be signing up for the WHWR next year. Actually Sharon and I always joke that we have to do everything together. When Sonic previously quizzed me on my future baby thoughts, I told him I'd check with Sharon. She must be looking at my expanding waistline with fear!
There were some amazing time for the boys too. The top five broke the race record. Jez Bragg was first home in an awe-inspiring time of 5.22. I actually met Jez before the race. I did know whether to shake his hand or curtsy :-) There were some other fabulous times from Thomas (6.34), Davie (7.02), Brian (7.28), Gail (7.31), George (7.34), Aileen (8.18) and Dario (10.45). Congratulations to everyone! Particularly to those who completed the unoffical treble. My aim is to get my fat-ass in shape for next year's race. Six months should be ok, shouldn't it?
I've got some pix from the race, which I will post when I get round to it.
click here for more information on the Devil o' the highlands and race results. I think I'll need to start a petition to remove the sound effects from the site. Everytime I open it in the office, everyone looks to see who's been shot.
The conditions for the race seemed great for running - cool and wet - but horrible for spectating. Although the moisture would have made the rocky descents trickier to maneuver. But I would have rather tackled that than the wrestling we had to endure with the pesky midges.
It was great to catch up with some of the WHW folks - Thomas, Silke, Davie, Brian, Ian, Allybea, George and Dario. And my live wire bessie mate, Sharon, was out for her debut ultra marathon. Sharon's has come on leaps and bounds over the past two years and she's trained like a crazy woman, so I held high hopes for her performance. Actually before the race I told her I expected at least a second place position. In true Sharon-style she went that little bit further and WON the race in an amazing time of 7:12. I'm so unbelievably proud of her. I think she'll be signing up for the WHWR next year. Actually Sharon and I always joke that we have to do everything together. When Sonic previously quizzed me on my future baby thoughts, I told him I'd check with Sharon. She must be looking at my expanding waistline with fear!
There were some amazing time for the boys too. The top five broke the race record. Jez Bragg was first home in an awe-inspiring time of 5.22. I actually met Jez before the race. I did know whether to shake his hand or curtsy :-) There were some other fabulous times from Thomas (6.34), Davie (7.02), Brian (7.28), Gail (7.31), George (7.34), Aileen (8.18) and Dario (10.45). Congratulations to everyone! Particularly to those who completed the unoffical treble. My aim is to get my fat-ass in shape for next year's race. Six months should be ok, shouldn't it?
I've got some pix from the race, which I will post when I get round to it.
click here for more information on the Devil o' the highlands and race results. I think I'll need to start a petition to remove the sound effects from the site. Everytime I open it in the office, everyone looks to see who's been shot.
Friday, 8 August 2008
Pregorexia
There's a new buzz word in town: Pregorexia.
My lovely employer printed a whole feature on the subject, which prompted all my colleagues to point their fingers at me. Possibly because I'm the only pregnant gal they've every seen in running gear.
Click here
Anyway, working on my pregorexia, I've been to the gym most days this week. Oh yes, pilates and yoga. Crazy eh? I even pushed the boat right out and a couple of sessions on the elliptical trainer and did a spot of swimming. Tonight I went for a four-mile jog.
My lovely employer printed a whole feature on the subject, which prompted all my colleagues to point their fingers at me. Possibly because I'm the only pregnant gal they've every seen in running gear.
Click here
Anyway, working on my pregorexia, I've been to the gym most days this week. Oh yes, pilates and yoga. Crazy eh? I even pushed the boat right out and a couple of sessions on the elliptical trainer and did a spot of swimming. Tonight I went for a four-mile jog.
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Surprise, surprise...an easy five
As Garscube's Tuesday night speed sessions are out of the question, I went on my own five-mile (and a bit) tour of Knightswood. I met up with wee Ann Clan and Ali who I haven't seen in ages. Ann is injured and Ali does the Glasgow-Edinburgh commute now, so they haven't been at the club for a while. It was great to catch up with them both. Ali is so bored on her daily journey, she reads must blog. Actually she discovered it a couple of months ago, and spent a week going through every post.
Sonic was going to the club session, so I met up with the troops after my run. They were doing Parlauf - which is a Garscube term for mass confusion.
Sonic was going to the club session, so I met up with the troops after my run. They were doing Parlauf - which is a Garscube term for mass confusion.
Saturday, 2 August 2008
The non-long run + 16 weeks pix
Gone are the days of epic distances at the weekend. I really think 10 miles could be my maximum over the next wee while. Today I opted for seven-miles round my usual Dumbarton route. I've done quite a bit this week - including swimming yesterday - so thought it would be best to take it easy. OK, easy-ish. When I came back from my run (which I started at 7am) I cycled next to Sonic who was running the 10-mile of the Balloch Horseshoe.
For those interested in the progress of the bump. Here's some pictures of me at 16-weeks.
Marco's alternative blog report: Three miles easy (average 7.27), followed by six miles at PE level 8 (6.53, 6.50, 6.34, 7.20, 6.55, 6.27 average 6.50) and then a one mile cool down. I keep shouting at him to sort out his terrible heel-strike and hip-bent running form. I fear my coaching days could be numbered! ;-)
For those interested in the progress of the bump. Here's some pictures of me at 16-weeks.
Marco's alternative blog report: Three miles easy (average 7.27), followed by six miles at PE level 8 (6.53, 6.50, 6.34, 7.20, 6.55, 6.27 average 6.50) and then a one mile cool down. I keep shouting at him to sort out his terrible heel-strike and hip-bent running form. I fear my coaching days could be numbered! ;-)
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