This year, I’m running for…

It’s been an important week.  Back in 2012, the UK signed the Istanbul Convention, on preventing violence against women and girls, and tackling domestic violence.  But we have never ratified it.  On Thursday, a bill ratifying it received a second reading in the House of Commons and an almost unanimous vote (all bar two) passed…

Still here…

I had a week off, courtesy of a lurgy, which saw me with a voice like Selma and wotsername, and energy levels to match.  So I spent a few days in bed, and did nothing at all.  One of the loveliest things of working with a PT is that this was entirely endorsed time off.  So…

Pre-season training….

I’ve signed up with a PT.  Did I mention it?  Anyway.  I have. I’ve done three sessions, now.  The first was just diagnostic so, y’know.  Doesn’t count.  But it tells us that I have wibbly wobbly ankles and need some majorly remedial work on my quads and glutes. The second session focussed most on my…

Tough 10

Yesterday, I set out with my lovely neighbour, Kirsty, for another race.  Our races together are characterised by not taking things entirely seriously.  Our training for this race consisted pretty much solely of last week’s cross country shenanigans round the local woods and farmland. This week, I’ve done a little running – 5km on Thursday…

Starting over

My place in the London Marathon was confirmed, this week.  I will be fundraising for a fabulous charity, and I’ll upload details when I’ve sorted them out and started my fundraising page.  It’s a charity which supports families suffering from domestic abuse.  A cause very close to my heart, and I’m delighted to be running…

Listening to the brag of my heart

Many reasons why this post is so entitled…  It’s about confidence; it’s about survival; it’s about I am, I am, I am. At the end of last year, I was reading the Run Mummy Run Facebook group, where people were discussing their annual stats.  And I wondered – I genuinely did – how they knew….

Weekend positives

Well, I forgot to do this yesterday, but here are my three positives from the first week of a training programme: I am adapting to running in heat.  Slowly, and painfully, but adapting all the same.  Turns out you need to hydrate properly *all* week -not just on run days. I have survived the first…

Training Peaks

So I’ve downloaded the Training Peaks app.  This does all kinds of spooky, but kind of convenient stuff.  The web interface gives you an excellent calendar view of your training plan (in the picture at the top of this post), and sets up an iCal/Google/Outlook calendar which you subscribe to.  This rather spookily puts your…

Kit inspector (Week 1, day 2)

I have all kinds of confused myself, today.  The programme said 5 x 400m intervals with a rest of 200m in-between each.  Don’t forget to warm up and cool down.  That’s what it said. Learning the lesson of yesterday (Go early.  Eat something.  Seek shade.)  I set off for Oxford at 7am and ran intervals…

starting blocks

Well, it’s been a largely lazy time since I last wrote anything here.  I’ve been running without a programme which, as I think I’ve mentioned before, isn’t my best plan.  Still, with no events to train for, and my mojo declining as a result, I’m pretty pleased I’ve been running at all! I’ve managed a…

Planning for pain

After my 10k at the weekend, I’ve regained some confidence. Post marathon, with no particular focus and no particular plan, I’ve struggled to stay motivated and get out there, and I think I’d underestimated just how tired my legs would be.  Happy to run, but not far… Anyway, watching my wonderful son munch up the…

It’s a family affair…

That slightly gauche young man is my son.  He’s 17, and just doing his A/S levels (or whatever they’re called this year).  Very occasionally, he comes for a run with me and once in a while he’ll come home from his Dad’s saying he’s run there. This morning, despite an entrenched antipathy to early rising and a…