Tub on the Run


Abandoning “Laura”

I made the bold decision to leave Laura behind today.  Don’t worry, Laura isn’t my child or anything – she is the lady that speaks to you on the NHS Couch to 5k podcast.  I rebelled against the system, pushed the boundaries, and took my friends – Metallica, Fleetwood Mac, 3 Doors Down, Staind and Seether out for a 25 minute run.

I may have looked a little more strange than usual, lip syncing my way through my run, and I may also have experienced a small pang of guilt at abandoning Laura.  She has smugly stood by me while I dragged myself wheezing through the early stages – encouraged me, made sure I kept going.  Don’t worry though, all is not lost Laura, you’ll be back with me on Friday for Week 8, but I can’t promise that I won’t leave you at home on run 3 next week.

It was definitely an odd feeling, running on my own (but Tub, you run on your own all the time… I know!  But my imaginary friend always comes too!).  It was almost like when I drove the car for the first time without anyone with me, just after I passed my test, and then eventually tried driving with the radio on…

Post run, I was looking forward to my pasta bake.  Unfortunately it went a bit, well, charred black.  To add insult to injury, our oven now seems to be on the blink.  The thermostat light is still on, even when I’ve turned the oven off, and the stupid thing is still alight.  I’ve resorted to switching it off at the fuse box.  I needed a dead oven like I need a hole in the head right now, but off to internet shop for electric ovens I go.  Bummer.  Meanwhile… I may have to learn how to cook things (real food) in the microwave, and find some more slow cooker recipes while I’m at it.  Oooof.


Doing “a Kenny”

It’s sooooo cold!

Source – cartoonstock.com

I’ve been back from my 2nd run of Week 7 (another 25 minuter) for about a hour, and I am still freezing.  I have actually resorted to doing a Kenny…

Kenny Tub

Can you get frostbite of the thigh?

The run, aside from being freezing, wasn’t too bad.  I think I managed to run a bit quicker again, though Garmin said differently.  But then Garmin didn’t actually kick in until about 5 minutes into my run.

I’ve had some other successes today.  My low feeling after bridesmaid dress internet hunting was resolved today,  I found the same dress as my sister’s in another Coast store, and it’s being shipped to me tomorrow.  Hurrah!  I have a full (ish) compliment of dresses now.

I’m not feeling particularly hopeful for weighing in tomorrow.  This week, I have been totally off the rails for food.  I’ve been trying to think why.  I suspect it’s a bit of brain type rebellion.  I have lost for 10 consecutive weeks, and I think my Inner Tub is just railing against the boundaries a bit and trying to have a bit of a week off.  That’s not too bad, and the intake hasn’t been too bingey so I’ve tried not to be too hard on myself and recognise that tomorrow morning will draw a line in the sand, and Tub will be back on track.


Mood Swing Saturday

I have been all over the place today.  Mentally that is, not physically.  I have spent a large proportion of the day feeling low and sorry for myself.  Annoyed at my complete lack of willpower exercised over my diet (far too much junk and/or chocolate), frustration and a little bit of despair at the wedding (from bridesmaid dress issues to wondering how the hell it’s all going to go together), to just feeling sorry for myself.  I suspect it is close to that time of the month.

I didn’t go out for a run last night, instead, going to one of my bridesmaid’s house for a chin wag and dress hunt on the internet (I have already bought my sister’s dress, but didn’t have the foresight to buy two dresses).  After half a bottle of wine and about 6 Maltesers, I left feeling quite deflated (not at all my friend’s fault, just my silly self-imposed expectations – I haven’t much been enjoying wedding planning.  A lot of things I thought I wanted to start off with, I now don’t, and it’s frustrating).   I thought I’d get out for my run this morning instead, but didn’t.  Even breakfast failed to rouse me from my self-pitying state.

I’d said I’d dog sit for my mum this afternoon.  In preparation, I nipped to Tesco to get some raspberries and grapes to munch on instead of chocolate.  As soon as I exited Tesco, the heavens opened and I got soaked on the walk to my car.  Grr.  As I hurrumphed down into the sofa at mum’s house, I gave thought to what might cheer me up.  I decided that there is nothing like Spartacus to lift the spirits, and opted for Gods of the Arena.  It worked for a bit.  Dog was no trouble, and I left shortly after mum came home.

What’s not to love?! Source – spartacus.wikia.com

Tea was pretty tasty – we attempted a Lancashire hotpot (bung some cubed lamb with a whole packet of root veg and baby potatoes in with a stock cube, passata, a splash of Worcestershire sauce and a little bit of water into a slow cooker and cook for 8 hours).  When I’d let my tea go down, I got ready to head out.

I started my Week 7 of couch to 5k, a 25 minute run.  I’d somehow managed to lace my right shoe too tight, and had to stop to loosen it.  I paused my Garmin while I retied my shoe, then set off again.  25 minutes later, I looked down at my wrist and confused myself – I’d run 0km in 5:49mins.  D’oh!  I forgot to press start again.  Humph.  Anyway, according to Mapometer, I ran for just over 3k, which gives me a rough 5k time of 41 minutes (according to my sketchy maths).  I felt pretty good when I got back, and was looking forward to my porridge, following the recipe (kind of) from Peanut Butter Fingers.

Tasty porridge, peanut butter and raspberries

Tasty porridge, peanut butter and raspberries

How could peanut butter taste right in porridge?  They don’t naturally go hand in hand.  Well, I can confirm that it works!  The texture is a little strange, but not bad strange, just unusual (but then putting peanut butter in porridge and eating it cold is a bit strange n’est pas?).  Anyway, I’m sold on it so I shall be adding that in to my food repetoire going forward.  I probably won’t make so much though, as it was very filling.

Finally, to bring my mood back down, one of my stupid cats started playing up, which involved some regurgitation (him, not me) – his alleycat winnings from our bin.  I may change his name to Stig (of the Dump).

Here’s hoping for an improvement tomorrow.