Today I attempted a new hill route. I’ve read about reverse hill intervals, does what it says on the tin really, run down and walk up, using different muscles groups n all. My legs are shot, and I’m wiped. Turns out sprinting downhill in a headwind really is quite difficult.
I am a sweaty Betty and I nearly fell asleep at work.
My fuel light has also so come on.
Good grief I’ve had a boring day, sorry guys, my usual boring lifestyle appears to have gotten even more boring.
29th July 2014
I have enjoyed this. I got tagged in the post six pictures and explain them thing, and having to dig out my ancient brick of a hard drive and dig through all my photos was a treat.
Ahhh the past.
1. Starting recently, my first Half Marathon, hopefully it won’t be the last either :) I have never been so exhausted and happy in my entire life.
2. England Vs Barbarians 2012. The guy photobombing us kept asking if we wanted him to take our photo, we kept saying no, he got his revenge.
3. 2007, The first year of college, my god I thought I was cool back then, this is one of a series of awful photos of me posing with various objects, including a terrible Audrey Hepburn impression.
4. This was taken somewhere in the Yorkshire moors, on my Silver Duke Of Edinburh Award walk (2006?). I have never complained so much, our guide kept telling us we only had another mile or so to go, he lied. He lied so much. I also ate my weight in mars bars and spent a day walking with no top on because it was that damn warm.
5. That was taken in 2007,and was the first time I got drunk. It’s not glamorous, but it was a good night, my parents were furious :)
6. The last is me and mother in the Lake District 2009. I just like the photo, it was a family day out, it was a lovely day, and I have the biggest frizz bomb known to man. My god I loved eyeliner back then.
This 5k run on the commonwealth games.
The speed they’re running at.
Makes me sick.
Sub 5 minute miles?
Go to hell.
Not looking like you’ve just ran the equator?
I bet your Parkrun records are glorious.
I’m doing a lot of travelling this weekend.
My run this morning was hot. Too hot. I stopped nearly two miles in and then forced myself to run the rest, it was painful but worth it.
Visited York to see Emily, and it was glorious. The only downside was that it was race day, so the trains were beyond packed with LADs and middle aged ladies with too much champagne in them at ten in the morning. Being crushed between a wall and a sweaty fat man for an hour on a stifling train is most certainly not my idea of fun.
Anywho, I’ve been shopping, bought a new dress, sat in the gardens for a while, had a good catch up and then dinner at Lucias. If you ever go to York I highly recommend this place.
That drink is a mocktail, because I’m a boring nonalcoholic, it’s the super berry and my god it’s gorgeous. Also get the caramel and amaretto cake, because it’s out of this world.
I’ve had a good day. I’m in dire need of a shower. But it’s been a good day.
26th July 2014
Newcastle was beautiful today and this was my first visit to the university and oh my days I have fallen in ❤ it’s so darn pretty!!!! I can’t wait to study there.
25th July 2014
Guess who has finished her eight day early shifts. Me!!!! I’ve turned my alarm off and I intend on spending at least ten hours comatose in bed tonight.
Met up with Louise for some lunch and shopping (well window shopping, it’s pay day tomorrow and I’ve been borrowing from my emergency piggy bank for the last week) and have decided against contacts, I need the cash so every penny counts, maybe I a few years time? Any who, we found a nice little place called the Baker Street Kitchen, and the coleslaw was out of this world. I have also found another dress that I adore but can’t have, if I can track it down in York on Saturday I’ll buy it.
So we were told that out of the class, everyone but two people did worse than their second year, so everyone I know performed badly compared to their second year. Two people excelled in their third year, Louise, who got the only first, so that’s obvious, the second I was not expecting. Me. So does this mean I was second in the class??? If it does I’m over the moon, I worked my ass off this year, looks like the hard work paid off. :)
I can’t wait to go to bed, in the meantime, the Commonwealth games, and meatballs for tea. Bring on the carbs.
24th July 2014
Considering my stress induced stomach troubles, my IBS and lactose intolerance, you’d think runners trots and I would be best friends. Fortunately for me my stomach powers down during runs and normally doesn’t come back to life until I’ve gotten home, today was not one of those days.
Some people think it’s disgusting but runners trots is more common than people think it is. I know several people who struggle with it.
Either way my 4 mile run went swimmingly until mile three, and I had to stop and walk it off twice, which is a shame, because I’ve changed my running habits and my endurance has shot up.
I read in Runners World that training less or with extended rests allows some people to recover and train more efficiently. Now I’m a three times a week gal, evenly spaced out. For the last few weeks I have been running with a 3/4 day break I between two runs. So I’ll do a short run, or a hill interval session, then another a day or so later, then have 3/4 days off and then do a long run, with some core workouts early on in the rest period. It’s working, my legs are recovering fully and my endurance has spiked, three miles is easy now, I may not be fast, but I have finally got to the point where I don’t think about stopping.
My two races are in 5 weeks, both 10ks, so I’m going to do a race, rest for 3/4 days, do two miles then the next race, the second one will be easier in a way as it’s the Rat Race so I’ll be stopping and starting all the time.
I have one more 6am start left, and my boss has just asked if I can do Friday and Saturday morning, to which I have replied with a short declaration of my intentions of spending those two days almost completely comatose.
Pay day tomorrow.
23rd July 2014
First taste of real ice cream in nearly two years.
Sure it was only a chocolate ice.
But my god the nausea will be worth it.
This is a thrilling tale of survival and a moral of safety in the workplace.
So yesterday I was bringing the bread delivery from the warehouse to the backup, and they are stacked on plastic trays, and trust me, ten loaves of bread is heavier than you think. Any who, I was dragging a stack of ten and it got caught on a grate, it fell towards me and I tried to save it by pushing it away, but the middle collapsed and fell on me.
Okay. Okay, so maybe not as exciting as you would think, but I have a smashing bruise and I got to march up to the managers office in my tired, limping state and complain about that fella who clearly didn’t do his job properly last week, hence the grate.
Oh look stretch marks too, you guys should think yourselves lucky that I have this boring a life that I am forced to share my damn bruises in order to have something to talk about.
Three 6am’s down, 4 to go.
20th July 2014
My diet of two breakfasts, lunch, and tea combined with cake, cookies and chocolate (the three C’s) has come to bite me on the ass.
Well, stomach. Trousers are a wee bit tight and my stomach has gained an inch or two.
I could maybe give up the cookies.
Second breakfast is important.
God bless hills.
No, this isn’t an imposter, this is a lady who has just ran a very slow, tired 4 miles, in one go, and wasn’t out of breath when she finished.
I haven’t felt this fit in ages.
I may be leaving the PhD dream behind, as it doesn’t fit in with my career goals as well as I thought. So we’re back to square one, unfortunately what I want to do involves a lot of career ladder work, but I’ll be damned if I stay in that shop any longer than I have to.
Six weeks till the Sabic Tees Pride 10k, I feel confident about this year.
18th July 2014
Small red patches on black pieces with no obvious place in life make me angry.
I was down to work this morning as it is the winner of the laziest man/least fucks given about anything on the planets last day and there was a high chance that he wouldn’t turn up.
He did the unimaginable and turned up, so there were 3 people in a department that only needs one person to really run. I got sent home, but I’m up now, so essentially I’ve been up since half 4. I have a meeting with my careers lady later and then I have a meeting at specsavers about some strangely shaped contact lenses, god bless my dodgy eyeballs (i have a stigmatism, so instead of round eyes I have rugby ball shaped eyes that slope upwards). Then I have my long run, hopefully 4 miles today :)
This has been a pointless post.
18th July 2014
Guess who is one shift into a series of eight 6am starts? This lady.
Guess who somehow managed to have her first episode of sleep paralysis last night? This lady.
And guess who now has a DNA strand necklace as a graduation present from her awesome parents? This lady.
My parents are awesome, I can now proudly wear my science :)
Sleep paralysis was not fun, I’d read about it, but I envisioned it differently, but I’m textbook according to the NHS. I Felt as though I was wrapped tightly in cling film, and I was being squeezed, and I couldn’t move, or make a sound. I also snapped out of it rather violently with a solid conviction that there was someone in the room with me. Needless to say I’ve had some pretty vivid nightmares in my time but that was the most scared I’ve ever been in bed. I consider my bed a safe place, you get to sleep in it, snuggle up in it, and erm, adult play fight in it? (yes that’s a sensible way of putting it) but now I’m a bit wary of it.
That’s sounds stupid. But it makes sense in my head.
Hell, I’m a scientist now.
Look at my DNA, my naked DNA, how naughty!!
17th July 2014
Hill intervals today, first time in weeks.
I’ve noticed a real difference in my running since I started working on my core, and that’s only once a week. I’m going to try and find time to get it to twice a week, and get some new moves. Groovy.
My calf is twinging a little, nothing major but I didn’t dare run all the way home so this is a mile to the hill warm up, ten intervals and then a half mile jog home. It’s still a bit, well. It’s tight and it’s a little painful. Hopefully it’s just the shock of the hills, I’ve ran through this sort of injury before so it’s no biggie, but I like to keep an eye on these things just in case.
So three miles today, maybe 4/5 on Thursday then I’m on 6am starts at work for a week, so no Parkrun, and no interesting blogging, I’m sorry guys, I’ll try and find something partially amusing, even if it’s a film still.
I have a lot of thinking to do, I can either continue with the masters, and then try and get a job, or I can try and get a PhD after and get a better job that I would have to work my way up to otherwise.
I do want to have a doctorate, but at the same time I want a job, not live with my parents for another four years.
Why can’t everything be solved with a cup of tea?
15th July 2014
1. I seem to run better and more efficiently when I run less. If I run three times a week I’m exhausted but if I run twice I’m like the wind, and I have less walk breaks too. Shall see if this follows over the next week or so.
2. Stress and me do not get on, and quite frankly I would prefer to have three hundred break downs than feel this queasy all the damn time, if it’s a toss up between emotional outbursts and stomach trouble I would rather people thought I had a heart.
3. I served a young man today who, if I didn’t feel so rotten, I would have climbed like a tree. Sir your shoulders were beyond beautiful and you had just he right amount of beard. I salute you. I hope your girlfriend appreciates that as much as I did.
4. Germany have to lift the World Cup tonight, and this is the first time in 23 years I have been this invested I’ve outcome of a football game, come on the Deutsch, kick Argentinas ass.