Blue Sky – Yay
Flowers in the City
Plonkers in the City, Walking Way too Close.
You should never show you’re too keen when your date comes calling, and so I made Mr Smooth wait for my company today.
Nothing to do with playing hard to get and all to do with finding it very hard to get to sleep last night. Half past three in the morning saw me reading the newspaper, trying to tire myself out, as a consequence my sleep pattern shifted by a good three hours.
After a groggy lie in and a mental telling off, I got changed into my running gear and went for a nice light run in the City. Run 2 Week 3 of Couch to 5K, last run in July 2017 in Italy, in the sun.
Fast forward 18 months and it’s being run in the sun, but London. I don’t know if it’s the lack of pollution but I’ve never seen so many blue sky days all at once, which is quite an encouragement to go out. I had hoped to wear my newly ordered shorts and running top, however they hadn’t arrived, so I was wearing full-on winter gear, which made me a little red in the face, as overheating took hold.
Like my last run, I thought I’d collect smiles during my run, but evidently the smilers had decided to self isolate, not a glimmer of a smile, no head nodding, no thank yous, but in fairness not that many people around, so today was an epic fail on smile collecting, but a win on completing the run.
Imagine a beetroot wearing camouflage leggings, grinning inanely at random passers-by. Note to self – I think I’ve just realised why people didn’t respond, me looking like a loon was probably a tad off-putting for most people.
Mr Smooth suggested I maybe feeing a little tired and so water would be a good idea – ah yes, water flask, I thought something was missing. Never mind JCR it takes a little while to get back in your groove. How did the run feel? Well, in truth I could go faster and I could run for longer (presumably this is muscle memory kicking in), but my hip is still quite sore, and I don’t want another year off running, so slow and sensible will do the job, although I cringe at having run an eight minute kilometre – I could ‘fast walk’ it more speedily.
For the warm down, I took the opportunity to jay walk on a closed road – pedestrians are usually potential roadkill in the City, so it seems slightly naughty to do it, but it kept me in the shade and in good spirits.
Music was my Disco Divas re-mix on Spotify, with the most appropriate track being Cruel Summer, because it’s warm and we can’t do what we would like to. But I ended up on Donna Summer’s I Feel Love, which pretty much summed up how I felt about the run
In all it’s eight runs of C25K done, a bit of jay walking some kit missing, but some new kit ordered. I got home to a parcel of Lululemon running goodies – summer shorts, two summer tops and a front-loading bra, (which I thought would be better than my Shock Absorber, which I find really hard to fasten), so JCR got some new K (kit)
Well what an absolute hoot it was, wrangling my boobs into the front loader, in truth it wasn’t so much putting on clothes as a full yoga and wrestling work out. So this J can’t really handle her K at all. And I thought finding motivation might be an issue on running, it could be the hardest job is getting my boobs in order.
Bridges – which are pelvic thrusts without the thrusting – 10
Pelvic thrusting – 2 sets of 10 reps, I’m not sure that’s what they are called, but it’s what Rocky did in Rocky Horror Show…
Clams – 15 each leg
Hip Flexor Weights – too difficult to count the positions but 3 sets of reps each side
Squats – 2 sets of 10 reps
Demented Crab movement – 1 set of 12 reps for each leg (the bedroom isn’t that big so I can only do 4 in any one direction)
Boob Wrangling – 10 minutes and a few eff words
Toe touching – am not in the least bendy, so let’s leave it as a work in progress