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Ha! Take that dreadmill!

After an evening of licking my wounds, I’d love to be able to say that I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed about getting back to the Slimming World way of life.  I’d be lying.  However, much as I felt all bah humbug about it, I did get on with it.  I don’t have to like it 100% of the time after all.

I kicked started my day with a peanut cereal bar, a yogurt and an apple.  Lunch was a tuna and cheese jacket spud, and tea was pasta in a tomato sauce.  Pudding will be half a pot of Chobani with something mixed in.  I’ve not decided on the “something” part yet.  So all in all, it hasn’t been a bad day for food.  It’s been an even better day for water, and I’ve managed to keep well hydrated all day.  It’s helped having a big bottle of water on my desk.

The weather has been incredibly muggy today.  It’s been horrid.  The thing is, I do like summer, but I loathe humidity.  I have to admit I’m not much looking forward to that particular element of going to Cyprus in September, though hopefully it’ll be less close by the time we get there.  Anyway, I knew it was going to be hard to kick myself out for a run.  I swayed between doing my longer (2.5 mile) run or my shortest run (2 miles).  I weighed up the likelihood of bugs AND heat AND hills which I usually do on my 2.5 miler, and decided to go to the gym and reintroduce myself to the dreadmill.

I hate that thing.  I love the air con though, and the air con was the draw today.  Off I gallumphed for 3.23km.  It wasn’t quick, and it definitely wasn’t pretty, in fact, it was a lesser shade of scarlet.  Because the run was a run + strength session, I rolled out my yoga mat when I got home and proceeded with just under 10 minutes of yoga:

That concludes today’s mission.


Profound wisdom and a 30 minute run

While reading blogs (again) on my lunch break yesterday, I came across this quote from Run and Jump – “You don’t have to like it; you only have to deal with it.”  That is completely it.  While I didn’t go out yesterday – it was hammering down with rain and blowing a gale, and despite my first run being in those conditions, it was even worse last night, I thought I’d head out to the gym first thing this morning, and get my first run of Week 9 in.

It’s been a long week, so inevitably my lie in barred me from a gym session.  I don’t do gyms when it’s busy.  I find them intimidating when they’re busy.  Instead, I decided I’d go at about 5pm.  The gym shuts at 7pm on Saturdays, and what sort of sad person would be in the gym at 5pm (yes… me).

I always look forward to breakfast at the weekend.  Today was a “fry” up (more grilled, but it doesn’t sound the same).  We were supervised, of course.

The Foreman supervises from up top

The Foreman supervises from up top

While the ground support ensures no spillages

While the ground support ensures no spillages

After a chat with my mum, then a wander in town, I decided to play around with the wedding invitations.  I am quite pleased with the results so far.  They’re not quite finished, so no picture yet.  I text a picture of it to my mum and sister, and they liked it so far which is good.

After much mess making in the living room, it was time to go out and do run 1 of week 9.  The 30 minute run.  As the weather still isn’t lovely, I opted for the treadmill.  It was my first treadmill run.  It was an experience.

Things I learnt:

  • It is incredibly hot in the gym, and the treadmill is sweaty work.
  • It is dull.  There is nothing to look at.  There are screens built into the treadmills, but you have to look down to watch them.  Who runs looking down all the time?  Not me.  Kung Fu Panda was on though.
  • My playlist is amazing.  I went without Laura, figuring I could set the  treadmill to a certain time, thereby avoiding the rubbish music on the podcast.
  • I turned a genuinely scary shade of red.  You may liken it to burgundy.  M thought I was about to die when I walked through the door.
  • Sustaining a pace is actually quite hard work.  When I go out, outside, I vary my pace a lot, but the treadmill forced me to keep consistent.  I think that’s a good thing.

Anyway, I didn’t much like it, but I dealt with it, and the upshot was that I completed my 30 minute run.  At the end of it, I was breathing out of my bottom, to coin Nev‘s phrase.  But…


From I ❤ to run (facebook)

It’s been a successful day.