As regular readers will know (SuzyKK I’m talking to you, in your C25K graduation week) I am developing a hate/hate affair with Farrow and Ball paint. Setting Plaster Estate Emulsion to be precise. My PE routine not Physical Exercise but Painting Exercise is paint one day whilst swearing loudly, followed by running on the following day, swearing loudly as I pass the effing offending wall.
Now I have executed my plan, I’ve painted a piece of paper in said colour and am going to the paint shop to get a copy done in a paint that doesn’t cause me to swear. I’d also observe that our hallway has got thinner as a result of four coats of paint over the four that were already on the walls. I wish I could say I was matching the hall, by getting thinner as a result of running, but I know from experience that takes a lot longer than 12 weeks.
Whilst today is Run 3 of Week 12, in reality it’s my second proper attempt at interval running, and this time I am making a conscious effort to be slower in the first set of intervals and faster in the second. This is going to be City running once more, I’ll see if Peter Parka is in situ, because the last time I looked he’d morphed into Pauline Parka, different hair do, age and uniform. Pauline wasn’t quite as diligent as Peter, she was standing by the side of the famous pick up point, whereas Peter guarded it with his life.
And so to run, except I can’t, Paula has come visiting with a vengeance, which means I can’t run any further than our bathroom, going for a one hour running session is absolutely out of the question. This of course leads me to restart the painting, with new non F…ng B…cks paint. Well what do you know, the new paint is marginally better than the other stuff, now we have a wall with consistent patchiness, so maybe I’m a shit painter after all…
On further inspection it looks as though the initial roller because it had a lump in it has deposited lumps of paint in various places, and the new paint pads because they carry more paint have made those areas even more lumpy.
I think we’re going to have to sand the wall down, I can’t tell you how much that upsets me, because sanding it down means repainting….
So that’s my today run – no run, no rectification of the effing wall, just incredible frustration. Running tomorrow possibly if Paula takes her leave.
Today is Mr JCR’s significant birthday, like mine in March, it’s been somewhat scuppered by COVID 19, but at least we are both still here to have birthdays. Tonight we are ordering a posh meal in. Yippee no cooking for me!
We went for the exercise hour walk last night in and around the City as it’s much quieter and far fewer chances of bumping into people, scooters, cars, vans etc.
On our walk we started following the informal statue trail of Art in the City and came across the first one. What to say other than ‘the City is full of dicks, so we might as well have a statue of them’ and the explanatory plaque said it is an homage to the petrified tree stumps found in lava flows, that stand like statues or phalluses – often worshipped by man.
Okay, enough pseudo art critic crap, I decided to re-trace my steps on today’s run, as this statue counted as a previously unseen sight and I had three sights to bag for my Week 7 run challenge. Just around the corner was the metal jumble of animals all stuck together by wire, that had a similarly impenetrable explanation of its meaning. I decided it was much easier just to focus on the tall buildings, similarly phallic, though they seem to be de-rigueur in the City now, and so I ambled my way to the Gherkin, the daddy of them all.
And sure enough, another statue – this time of a partially clad male – no idea what he symbolised either as there was a fully clothed hi-vis man sitting on the explanatory plinth. Social distancing prevailed – I may never know what a partially clothed man with a bag on his head means.
These statues got me through the terrible tens – the first ten minutes when running anaerobically, and enabled me to settle into a rhythm. I headed towards St Pauls and Chancery Lane and spotted the first tentative signs of life in the City. A few of the coffee bars and cafes are re-opening on a takeaway basis, and I actually saw some queues of real people, outside something other than a pharmacy or supermarket.
I have to say it’s lovely to see some life stirring, it’s felt somewhat post-apocalyptic recently. In St Paul’s I got my five minute warning from Mr Smooth, telling me I should continue to breathe, and of course I followed those instructions to the letter. I may have been breathing heavily, but I was breathing and then I zoned out.
For whatever reason, I carried on running and managed the full thirty minutes, which is what C25K is actually designed to get you doing. This was by mistake – I was listening to my boy band mix, which has some rather tragic tracks on it, and I was mentally singing along to Shang A Lang by the Bay City Rollers. Because it’s such a fun track, I really didn’t hear Mr Smooth tell me to slow down to a walk, and so in Week 7, I actually ran one of the runs for Week 9. Seventh heaven indeed.
The City may be full of dicks, and I was a bit of one for not listening out to Mr Smooth. Now if you pardon the pun, I have to make sure I don’t get too cocksure for Week 8, when I have to run a 28 minutes interval for the three runs.
Graduation beckons – don’t get cocky JCR and well done Suzy K – breaking into Week 5, you know it makes sense..
8kms run/walk – although I estimate about 4.3 kms on the running element
After Friday’s run, I was feeling quite bullish and thought I could perhaps just move straight onto a 30 minute interval run, but it was not to be.
I’d decided to go up West and find three more ‘unknown’ sights (unknown to me) so that for my last Week 7 run, I only have three more to find. I decided that I should take a circuitous route and headed out towards Smithfield. St Bart’s Hospital and the surrounding area has been the subject of much redevelopment over the past few years and a new housing area has sprung up and I found this old insignia, with the name Coade on it from Lambeth in 1800.
It looked to be a coffee pot, so maybe a stone for a coffee shop? – I wasn’t so sure, and googled Mr Coade, because at that time it was bound to be a Mr Coade and what do you know, it’s actually a woman. Eleanor Coade and she perfected the art of creating artificial stone. Sorry Eleanor, to give credit where it’s due this artificial stone is wearing very well.
At this stage of the run I was wearing fine, it was only the first few minutes and I toddled along Fleet Street, heading towards Trafalgar Square. It was here I was running out of puff, I have no idea why, but looking back at my Map My Run stats, my second kilometre I improved my time over the first by almost a minute, so maybe I was pushing it a little too much.
On arrival at Trafalgar Square it was quite quiet and The Boss’s Streets of Philadelphia came on, it’s a lovely song, but quite melancholic and seemed to suit the subdued nature of London today. I headed towards the river and took a left into Great Scotland Yard, where I saw a number of ‘new’ sights for me.
More redevelopment has occurred here, but it’s coupled with some old architecture too, I was spoilt for choice, but the horse in lockdown did appear quite funny. It’s actually a police horse and his handler was exercising in the yard. From this I’m guessing the police still have a presence in Great Scotland Yard even though they moved out from their premises years ago.
Making my way back, Mr Smooth said that I should keep breathing and then I hit the one minute to go mark, I thought I could keep on and do the whole 30 minutes, but no, my breathing was a bit rough and I had a slight pull in my right hamstring, so I decided Mr Smooth better be obeyed, and I didn’t attempt to continue running.
No worries, I am in no hurry far better to keep going than fall over, which I just can’t afford to do. I must keep running otherwise the Coronabelly will increase at a much faster pace, and there is a saying that you can’t outrun your mouth’s capacity for food.
On my warm down walk via the Strand, I was wondering what I could find to take a photo, as I know this area very well and wasn’t sure there was an ‘unknown to me’ sight to be seen. But thanks to lockdown, I found this stock of toilet roll under lock and key, behind two very grand sets of gates. Now you know we are in weird times…
8km of run and walking
A coupled spots of rain
A locked down horse
Locked down loo rolls
Taking SuzyK’s mojo, for a quick run before she goes out on Monday!
Today’s plan was simple enough, do the 25 minute interval run and see if I could find seven interesting things that I hadn’t seen before in London.
Which way to go? I’ve done a lot of running in the City because of lockdown and crowd avoidance, so decided today I’d go up west, and see if I could be fleet of foot, up Fleet Street. A change of scenery may give me a change of tempo and it would give me a good opportunity to find seven interesting things.
The weather was bright and sunny, I was wondering whether I should change out of my running tights and sweatshirt, but to be honest, I faff enough getting out of the door, taking an extra few minutes on wardrobe adjustment could mean I decide against running. I decided to stay snuggly warm then and head out.
Within two minutes I am bitterly regretting the clothing choice and decide I should run in the shade, otherwise I’ll disappear in a pool of sweat. I was concentrating so much on keeping cool, I didn’t really notice where I was going and found myself towards the Western end of Fleet Street. There I saw this little lady. I’ve never seen her before – tick that’s number one sight off my list, six to go. Except that I’m about ten minutes into the interval, only fifteen to go with six sights to capture. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds a-gathering, and they weren’t white or fluffy. Oh well, I’ll just carry on, a bit of rain isn’t a problem and it’s the 1st of May and I recall the following rhyme
1st of May, 1st of May,
Outdoor running begins today,
But as usual, it do rain,
So we runs back home again.
Thanks to Jilly Cooper for that one, although in her novel it’s a slightly different activity.
The rain starts splatting my head and nose, and it started to get a lot colder and then joy, I got hailstones, okay it’s a bit colder but the snuggly warm sweatshirt and running tights are coming into their own. Another five minutes done and then whoosh I got deluged, it was like someone throwing a bucket of water straight at me. Now I am definitely cool, certainly soaked and a fair way from home. Roundabout this point, Mr Smooth pointed out that you need more oxygen when running and I should keep breathing. Now I love Mr Smooth and all that, but he definitely needs a script change. At no point in my run had I thought about not breathing as a tactic to finish.
Nothing to do other than keep on going, ten minutes later it’s all clear and I’m squelching through my cool down walk. I play chicken with a bus and lost that fight, so got soaking wet feet as I plunged straight into a deceptively deep puddle. The saying is right it never rains, it pours and right into my running shoes.
That is run 1 of Week 7 done and dusted, I experienced sun, hail and rain, squishy feet and one pretty statue, but no problems with the interval, so Mr Smooth was right, I am becoming a runner once more.
I think the other six sights will have to wait for my next run out, I just hope I don’t get worse weather than today.
Two wet feet
No idea what playlist, it seemed to be a random collection of music I didn’t know I had including someone shouting about the NHS – I think I must have hit a Spotify randomised list.
Another day, another run and back to longer intervals this time ten minutes, which surely should be a breeze after a twenty minute stint in Week Five. Funnily enough that’s not exactly how it works, mainly because your brain tricks you into thinking you can pick up the pace and then when you do, you find that was a really, really stupid thing to do, because you sound like an asthmatic badger at the end of the first interval.
It’s a cooler day, which is better for running and keeps most folk indoors, which helps me not having to dodge wayward pedestrians/bikes/ skateboarders/those stupid scooters/buses etc, but didn’t help me work out the best pace. Ho hum.
Whilst I was really stupid overdoing it on the first interval, I didn’t feel quite as bad as I thought I might. But that’s absolutely no reason to repeat the mistake, and the second interval is much more of a pootling pace, which was difficult to Donna Summer singing I Feel Love, followed by T Rex and MetalGuru, then Mud’s Tigerfeet, all of which are good feel-good songs for running, but not so great for maintaining a slower pace.
The City is gradually opening up again, you can feel and sense more movement, the air is slightly more metallic in taste and it’s harder to hear birdsong. But for now, the City still represents the best place to run. It’s not blessed with many green spaces, which keeps families at home, and it’s surprisingly easy to get lost if you don’t know where you are.
Even though I’ve worked in and around the City for over 30 years, you can still get lost by taking random turns. My newest discovery is Old Sreet Yard – a funky new office area with green space and a guy talking on his mobile phone. This is near the supposedly world famous Silicon Roundabout, an area which is being seriously gentrified, although the pace has slowed a little with the virus.
At this point, I had The Rubettes keeping me company, followed by The Bay City Rollers, and I was singing along to Shang A Lang. Tragic isn’t it? But the great thing about sing alongs is they help in stopping you from constantly looking at your timer wondering when the interval is up. And the music worked a treat, job done, intervals done, and a warm down walk to follow.
I had no particular place to go, and was wandering home, when a green and grey and Celeste flash went past. Mr JCR doing his City Limits bike ride, I did shout and wave, but he was focussed, and didn’t see me.
Another three kilometres walked, to take me up to 8kms for the day, lovely jubbly as Del Boy would say.
No particular place to go but Wednesday is the twenty five minute stint and after that one it’s just a matter of time and tempo to hit the 5K mark. Wednesday is all about mind over matter, that means a no booze supper on Tuesday. (Mr JCR doesn’t know that – he’s not going to be happy…)
Just under 5km for the C25k walk/run
One statue liked
More modern art seen, but I got lost again and can’t actually remember where it was
Sing Out Loud Moments – three (cringe)
Pelvic Thrusting on the Floor
Constipated Crab Walking
Hip Flexor Things
I’ve got to up the ante on these, so am thinking maybe I do fewer reps but start doing it every day, so I end up doing more. Not sure as I hate doing them, but I’ve torn an arm muscle so my kettlebells are out of the question.
I remember distinctly the first time I ran this run, we were in Italy and had just said goodbye to our dear friends J & G, who had sold their house in a nearby village as they were returning to The Netherlands, as G has ALS and for a variety of reasons living between two countries wasn’t going to be easy to accomplish.
One of the great things of our friendship is the love of pretty much all things Italian (roads and bureaucracy excepted) and so a deep and mutual love for wine, meant that the first time I did this run, it was with a hangover head, as we’d had a goodbye meal and drink the night before.
I also remember clearly that I couldn’t actually do the intervals, it was an epic fail on the run, and I was really, really angry. Angry at choosing to run on a day when it would have been better to accept reality and nurse the headache. Angry because physically there was no reason I couldn’t run, whereas for G running is something that ALS was to steal from him. Angry, because it was the one and only run I had to repeat. Angry because stupid tart syndrome had hit me hard.
Pointless anger to be honest, because two days later I attempted the run and did it easily. And so to today’s attempt – the third time I’ve actually done this run. This is back to shorter intervals and in principle it should be easier as my last one was a 20 minute stint. But I know from all my friends on the C25K trail that this particular run often catches you out and bites you on the bum. So I gave myself a good talk prior to going out, I wasn’t going to do a super sprint effort, I was going to take it easy and just get it done and anger was not going to feature.
Mr Smooth told me it’s another week of different runs and to take it easy, but that he knew I could do it. I pootled to the City and some of the Guild’s gardens that are blissfully quiet at the weekend, and decided when at Saddler’s Hall that I’d do some snakes and ladders runs, up and down slopes and staircases, to help build stamina.
Well that plan got scuppered when running the slope for the umpteenth time an old lady and her companion pushing her wheelchair gestured that they wanted to sit on the benches in the sun. It seemed childish and churlish to say I’d got there first, so I smiled and ran on to find another oasis, remembering the ‘no anger’ pledge.
Running through the mini tree-lined avenue I aimed for Goldsmith’s Hall, it had no slope but a staircase, and a rather funky leopard’s head above its entrance. These gardens are rather small, and so somewhat reluctantly I carried on, heading towards the Bank of England, looping back I skirted around Saddler’s Hall once more, just in case it was empty and I could finish there, but it had more folks there, so I turned back to the funky leopard and there my intervals ended. Run done, no problems, no hangover head, no sweat. It was such a nice run, that I continued for a few more minutes, which is totally against the C25K mantra of following the programme religiously, but it was only for a couple of minutes more. I definitely felt the running gene kicking back in, it’s been a long time absent.
Then when combining the run with grocery shopping I pulled out my credit card to find that I’d lost the other one (it must have happened whilst taking pics). Oh bum , don’t get angry JCR, just get organised. A very pleasant clean cut American answered my lost card call, I explained I’d lost the call on my morning run and could they stop it please. And the answer back was ‘So Mrs JCR, you say you’ve lost your card in Iran’. Being American he said Eye Ran phonetically.
Well I-ran around the City, but not Iran and I explained – he had little chuckle and we carried on.
Today’s run – no snakes and ladders, but I found a funky leopard, lost my credit card but not my temper.
4km of run/walking in Iran
Espied one funky leopard
Lost a credit card
Gained a sense of perspective on W6R1
Ran for an extra two minutes
No hip twinge!
Usual stuff, it might be working even though I hate every bit of it
Sunday morning brings the dawning, It’s just a restless feeling by my side
So begins the lyrics of Sunday Morning by Velvet Underground. Mr JCR is up and at ‘em, doing a team bike ride on our balcony, with his cycling club in Italy. Truth be known I should be running, but I got to sleep late again (4am) and have a headache, so ignore the restless person and continue to snooze. Much later on, Mr JCR is at home, we’ve ordered a full Sunday lunch for Mr JCR to pick up, so I decide to run in the afternoon, after lunch. Mr JCR arches his eyebrows ‘Are you sure that’s a good idea?’ they query, and in truth there is a point, it is difficult running after food, especially Sunday roast and trimmings.
But with a head pounding and the tablets yet to take effect, running with headache is a seriously bad idea too. I am dressed in my running gear though, which acts as a mental kick up the bum to go out – I never wear sports gear casually. Late afternoon I’m mooching on the web and look into Health Unlocked and the C25K support group. MummyCav has posted she’s gone out, so that’s it I have no choice, if she has then I have to. During my running challenge in 2018, I spent some time looking for her running mojo, but this time it’s all about finding mine. Emotional blackmail via a lovely post describing her run, does just the trick.
I’m all set and Tom Petty comes on ‘I won’t back down’, well I have my kit on and so I can’t back down now. Out I go into the City which is deathly quiet as usual, Mr Smooth interjects and tells me this week is going to be a little tricky, as every run is different culminating in the 20 minutes stretch which happens on Thursday.
I start my first run and it’s fine, no issues, no nasty cyclists, no builder’s bums, just a nice smooth run. I make my way to Paternoster Square which is bathed in sunlight and a perfect place to do a circuit, but there’s a few people in there so I decide to dip into the side streets around St Pauls instead. Here it’s cooler, darker and really tranquil, as ever I take the road less travelled and found this extraordinary gentleman’s outfitters. Now I know where to come for my next fancy dress outfit.
Mr Smooth interrupts and tells me I have one more run to go and to keep the pace no matter how slow that may be. And so I do, I trot slowly back to Paternoster Square and think how nice it would be to meet up with Mr Smooth, to keep me company. The closest I can get to him however is skirting the ‘Meet’ statue. Not quite the same, but still it’s more or less my cue to finish my final run.
Thanks Bev for the final push – it wasn’t my best ever effort, but it’s one more step on the running road – no twinges today so maybe things are looking up. Next run is truthfully the halfway point of C25K. Mr Smooth is upping the ante, but he tells me he will be by my side. Mr Smooth I’ll meet you at the ‘meet’ sign – see you there Tuesday?
Last week I was reading about how a journalist was discovering his home city of Edinburgh – through walking as part of his lockdown exercise hour. He was describing many places and sights that had remained unseen, although he was a regular walker in his own area. As he pointed out, prior to the lockdown his other walks had never been done for the pleasure of a walk, but always as part of doing something else, such as buying a paper, going to the off-licence and so on.
With his focus on the destination and not the journey (Mr JCR will hate that last word), he realised there were many byways he didn’t know and unusual sights to discover, and that is exactly what I found today. I’ve lived, walked, work and ran in London on and off for 15 years and I discovered a hidden park, well to be frank not in the least bit hidden. Evidently, every time I’ve ran through Bunhill Fields, thinking it was a cemetery and all behind iron railings, I’d been blinkered and failed to notice that there was an open area of parkland in there too. We are in EC1, so the word parkland maybe stretching it a bit, if you’re thinking open savannah with Toto’s Africa playing in the background, and a gentle breeze caressing grasses – it’s a little bigger than your average suburban lawn, but it does have trees and Covid isolation benches and for all these years I’ve missed it.
Hmmm, I wonder what else I’ve missed? Well looking at my last post again, I’ve realised I have missed basic maths too. Half way through C25K would be Week Five JCR, not Week Four and a Half. Doh, Stupid Tart Syndrome has hit me again.
During the early hours of this morning, when I couldn’t sleep I was calculating the number of runs left to C25K graduation and the number of days in lockdown. Realistically, I will re-graduate in May, hopefully in Italy, but I’m guessing probably in the UK. If I keep to the regime, I may even graduate on my dad’s birthday, which wasn’t in the plan, as the whole family were supposed to be going to Liverpool to scatter his ashes in the Mersey and hit Chinatown for his favourite Chinese restaurant.
This leads me to wonder whether graduating on his birthday would be a good idea or not. I’m guessing our family won’t be together, because we live in different towns and countries and I have a feeling that May 19th, maybe one of the hardest runs to get through, not least because it’s the culminating run, but I have a feeling I’ll be stumbling over tears.
Still best not dwell on something you can’t control, which leads me to today’s run. Well I actually found this one harder than the other two, although the run/walk intervals are exactly the same. It was cooler today, which is generally a help, but it just didn’t work out very well. The first run interval was quite laboured, brightened up by the incredibly rare event of a motorcyclist beckoning to me continue running, even though the traffic lights were in his favour.
Ordinarily that kind of courtesy gives me a shot in the arm or legs to be more precise, but I was a bit ploddy. After the second walk interval, I was off again and the feet were leaden, but more concerningly my right hip was aching quite a bit. The hip issue stopped me from running last year – any kind of motor action such as walking/jogging or sprinting hurt significantly and on both sides. I’ve been doing my physio religiously, despite not being bendy and hating it every time, so I have a little niggling feeling that all is not well in the JCR hip front. Upside – it is only on one side not both.
Still best not dwell on something you can’t control, I continued my run up to Upper Street to buy fish on a Friday, and a second courtesy occurred, this time a cyclist gestured me to go ahead of him. This did give me a shot in the legs and I spurted up a bit, trying to look as though I could accelerate easily, and yup Stupid Tart Syndrome hit and I stumbled across the road having tripped over my own feet.
I tried to look like Joe Cool, and focussed my attention on two guys working out in the local park, but I don’t think the cyclist was fooled for one moment as he smiled at my trip.
Still that is Week Four done and dusted, it wasn’t unknown territory at all, but it does lead me to Week Five, and things start getting interesting. Mr Smooth is going to have his work cut out as I get to do my first 20 minutes interval run – yikes.
Walk /Run combo – shows as 6k but I missed 10 minutes of walking so probably 7kms
2 courtesy gestures
I hidden park
Everything I did last time, with the addition of some swinging attempts to touch toes – the guys in the park could do it easily, so I thought I’d give it a try. Let’s just say touching toes remains an unknown territory too.
Coping and hoping was the phrase the cashier used at my necessary shopping trip yesterday, when I asked him how was he doing.
I’m coping with the lockdown relatively easily, it’s a bit frustrating not being able to pop out whenever you want, but we have been able to eat restaurant meals at home c/o Casa Do Frango (upmarket Nandos for oldies like me who won’t go to Nandos) and Bistrotheque, both of which do lovely food and deliver. It’s our ‘once a weekend’ treat and it’s my job this weekend to sort out the restaurant meal, I have a feeling The Quality Chop House in Farringdon may be starring at Chez JCR this weekend.
Back to today’s run, despite coping with the lockdown I still keep on hoping that my running legs will improve and I can move onto loping, rather than this sloping, rolling gait I have. The run gets off to a stuttering start as I receive an emergency call on my NHS Volunteer App, but although the lady wanted help she didn’t want me, she wanted her ‘usual’ helper and apologised for disturbing me. I’ve done my training, but I don’t think the patients have been trained up, so you have to feel your way in helping them. She was very polite and apologetic, but I hoped I could have helped her as she would have been my ‘first’ help.
One false start down, I start running afresh but my right hip is grumbling still; I don’t mope nor use dope, but keep on that downward slope towards finishing C25K. Today is the halfway point run, nope I didn’t see that coming either, and Mr Smooth was very supportive telling me he’d be with me all the way. The intervals are okay and actually I did put on a spurt at one point to overtake a couple who were ambling very slowly, but it made me realise how much of my acceleration I’ve lost. The extra timber I’m carrying doesn’t help, still lighter days, lighter food may make for a lighter JCR.
A glorious day and three sets of interval runs, doing just that little bit more than Mr Smooth asked of me. I had some fish to buy, so continued loping to Upper Street and made a long circular walk home, coping, hoping, loping and shopping all done in one trip. Another emergency call from my NHS App, so I logged in again and decided that I wasn’t going to be much help to someone in St Leonards on Sea! I think the app needs a bit of fine-tuning, just like my running, but we’ll get there. Hoping and coping applies as much to me as it does the NHS.
A quick detour via Fortune Park and I espied the borage flowers in the community herb and veg garden, which I think is probably not going to be managed at all over these isolation weeks, which is a shame for all the efforts put in so far.
Halfway through C25K, will it also be halfway through this Coronavirus nightmare? I hope to goodness we’re over the halfway mark, as I’m really looking forward to running back in Italy.
Most appropriate tracks:-
Every Day Hurts by Sad Cafe – I’m sad there are so few cafes open
I Ran (So Far Away) by Flock of Seagulls – actually I didn’t run that far, but I did do over 8km on today’s outing.
Okay JCR – today is the last run of Week 3 on C25K, now we start upping the ante.
But of course, I have to take it slowly and whilst I may want to reach for the sky metaphorically and take things apace, I mustn’t. And so I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground and grind out the run. It’s not too strenuous an effort, but my hip twinges and despite the weird physio routine, things aren’t loosening up. But I feel the routine coming back to me and the desire to start overtaking, which in the days of social distancing I don’t do, unless I can steer a very wide berth.
Whilst I’m sure I’m healthy and not full of Coronavirus, I don’t know for sure that I’m not one of those superspreaders who are asymptomatic. What I do know is I’m rapidly becoming a super fridge opener – one of the downsides of being confined to barracks with one living space and a fridge that whispers sweet nothings all through the day…
Yesterday I ignored the two slices of cheesecake in the fridge and gnawed on two sticks of celery instead. It has to be said I felt virtuous, until we hit the crisps later on.
After a healthyish light breakfast I set out, for my final Week 3 run, Mr Smooth caressing the airwaves with enthusiasm and encouragement. Listening to my famous names play list, I was running to Norman Bates by Landscape, when I spotted the people in the pic. It’s 24 degrees and she was wearing a fake fur jacket, blimey I don’t know how she managed it. I was in shorts and a running vest and that was warm, I think I would have melted into a puddle if I’d been wearing that jacket.
The City was quiet as usual and the pace was nice and easy. Finding shade also not too bad, as with all the skyscrapers invariably one can find a shady spot.
The run/walk intervals make it easy to keep a nice slow steady pace, and Mr Smooth tells me not to bounce as it wastes energy – with my new camouflage front loader, there’s absolutely no wobble going on. But it did prove to be a strength test first thing, me versus lycra and elastic combination in the frontloader, and I’ve pulled a muscle in my right arm, so the bra did bite back.
On my warm down walk, I came across the crane in South Place, opposite my old office and marvelled at the precision of the crane driver, he was moving stuff to the top storey and it was like engineering ballet. Fair play to him and his workmates – they were all socially distancing. With him about 100 feet in the air, it was a bit easier for him than them.
That’s nine runs done and for anyone wondering, it’s becoming mildly addictive again. The usual post-run physio beckoned.
Next week with the run intervals increasing, I think I have to up the reps on my physio routine. Oh joy, I feel a plonker doing it anyway, but needs must.
Pelvic Thrusting a la Rocky Horror
Hip Flexor Thingies – involving a leg weight and velcro
Bridges – pelvic thrusts without the thrusting
Constipated crab walking
Touching toes – well I got closer to them today – enough to see my nail varnish needs tidying up