30 May – Roses Are Red

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Roses are red

And the air was blue

There’s no fool like an old fool

Overtaking teenagers times two

Another day of enforced rest due to migraine – boo hiss, so today after taking the nuclear tablet option of migraine cures, I was able to go out for a run in the early evening.

I’d decided on a quick 6/7km and blimey it was muggy, it felt like running through a wet blanket. Good news was my pace was blindingly fast, in fact according to Mechanical Voice Lady on Map My Run, I managed my first km in just 1 second. Aha, a significant GPS failure. I pressed restart and it wasn’t any better, so I decided to use a route I’d done before and just take the timings manually.

I passed the man with the missing dog – this time his dog was present and correct. Socially,  we’ve now progressed to nodding, a smile and saying the ‘Salve’ greeting. All was quiet and in the distance I could see two runners, evidently quite young, one wearing fluoro and proper running shoes, the other some fashion baseball boot type shoes and baggy shorts down to his knees.

Coincidentally, they seemed to be going my way, or rather I was going theirs. After a while I caught up with them, not deliberately I hasten to add, I was beyond the toxic 10s and in a good rhythm. I ended up about 3 steps behind them and they were going at that really irritating speed that meant I’d end up looking at adolescent acne’d neck for all of my run, unless I did something about it.

Not in too much of a hurry, I switched to the opposite side of the road and overtook them. Evidently that hit the teenage boys’ egos hard, and I could hear them talking together. About 10 seconds later,  baggy shorts boy overtook running shoes boy and pressed down on his accelerator and away they zoomed. Baggy shorts boy was the pacemaker I think. I was the tail walker in comparison. It did make me smile, but in fairness to me I reckon they were about 13/14, so I am at least 4 times their age. And they had longer legs. That will teach me to be a smart arse runner – Stupid Tart Syndrome strikes again.

I continued at my own slower pace and came across another dog walker – well the dog looked more like a wolf to be honest. This was not a recognisable mutt nor owner, but this isn’t my usual time for running, so maybe I was unrecognisable to him too.

I finished my run and walked up Argo’s loop home and saw the beautiful roses above, and they matched my face perfectly. It was both red from exertion and embarrassment.

I vow that the next time I see acne, long legs and baggy shorts I am just going to mind my own business, slow down, and not try an overtaking manoeuvre.

Have you ever done something a bit silly (along the lines above), that you regretted afterwards? Or is it just me?

Playlist

Dancing Queen – ABBA

Mamma Mia – ABBA

Money, Money, Money – ABBA

Can’t Stop The Feeling – Justin Timberlake

Mr Brightside – The Killers

Upside Down – Paloma Faith

Darling Nikki – His Purple Highness

Disco 2000 – Pulp

Marvin Gaye – Puth and Traynor

Modern Love – David Bowie

Night Fever – Bee Gees

Is Vic There – Department S

Rio – Duran Duran

You Love Us – The Manics

Cabron – Red Hot Chilis

Stats

Distance 7.16km

Time 47:49

Average Pace 6:40

Elevation Gain 64metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 928.13

Kms To Be Done 1089.87

 

13 May – Rewind to Saturday

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Yes that is bacon you see…

Saturday brunch with C at Balthazar in Covent Garden. An inspired choice for lunch/brunch/whatever we call it.

The first thing to do was to get a drink, a young waitress came to the table – and we thought we were away. Aha, she ‘only’ does the water – evidently not qualified to do anything else. We exchanged a wry glance, this didn’t look as though it was going to go well. Things looked up though when we got our proper ‘I can do drink and food waitress’.

In quick succession a Corpse Reviver and Blood Mary were ordered, followed by asparagus starter (C), snails (me), and by C’s recommendation, two mac’n’cheeses with bacon, oh and green beans to share as the healthy part of the meal.

Selfies of the drinks were a little less successful – well C was more than capable of the task, let’s just say my timed selfie of us and the drinks ended up with just a pic of the napkin on the table. These pics were to be sent to our respective husbands, both of whom were on the London Revolution bike ride, circumnavigating London, with an overnight camping stay in Windsor. I think C and I were both agreed, we had chosen the better weekend option.

We were however, in a wine quandary,  which was immediately resolved by us ordering a Bloody Mary each, as the coup de grace had been made most elegantly by the inclusion of an oven baked bacon rasher in the Bloody Mary. What inspired thinking! This is now my favourite cocktail accompaniment. Not sure how it will serve with a Cosmopolitan.  I am wondering what could better a baked bacon rasher with cocktails. Got it, cocktails with bacon rashers with either Daniel Craig or Idris Elba serving them…

What a glorious lunch and thanks to C for the inspired choice of venue. Brilliant.

Today’s run, well not a lot to say I did the reverse version of Saturday’s run with a bit extra added on for good measure. My overactive boobs paused the application again, so the timing is suspect to say the least and I am not sure this bra carrying method is really working that well.

Sunday morning in the City fringes is even quieter than a Saturday and there’s not much to report, I saw one fellow runner, coming towards me I smiled, but she looked too knackered to respond. I know that feeling well. I had a slight stupid tart syndrome moment running back towards home, when a runner came really close to me and I gasped – oh no, JCR it was your reflection in a mirrored shop front window.

So whilst Mr JCR and his friend D were circumnavigating London yesterday and today, I have done two loops of the same circuit, with not quite such impressive statistics. Still it’s another 7km in the bag. I never knew snails, followed by mac’n’cheese could be so delicious, and they didn’t seem to slow me down at all today.

Today’s gourmet delight is an afternoon tea bus tour with fingers crossed my ‘nearly’ god-daughter M. I have a feeling though all this rich, hefty food is going to exact its revenge at some time soon.

Playlist

Snail – The Smashing Pumpkins

Smile – Lily Allen

Tiger Feet – Mud

Easy – Commodores

(Hey You) The Rock Steady Crew – Rock Steady Crew

Love In An Elevator – Aerosmith

One Step Beyond – Prince Buster

To Jan – Leonard Anderson

Good Keep Smiling – Scouting For Girls

Runnin’ Down A Dream – Tom Petty

Question – The Moody Blues

Help – The Beatles

Tread Softly – Tiny Ruins, Hamish Kilgour

Stats

Distance 7.48km

Time 41:30 (suspect, due to boob pause)

Average Pace 5:33

Elevation Gain 32 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 830.85

Kms To Do 1187.15

 

 

 

 

7 May – JCR and The Juggernauts

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It is a Bank Holiday Monday in the UK and for what seems like the first time in decades, they have good weather there.

This is not at all like my childhood, when the weather was invariably crap and Bank Holidays were spent mooching indoors bemoaning the weather. When the weather was rubbish, you watched the Bank Holiday movies. This was in the days of only three tv stations, so not a lot of choice no Netflixing, no Disney channel, no Nickleodeon, just the same old list of films you’d seen a thousand times and usually war-themed. To be specific, 2nd World War films. The damned Germans, nasty Japanese, plucky French, swanky/swaggering Yanks, and heroic Brits. Regardless of nationality women seemed only to cook, do the ironing, and weep occasionally – the full complement of stereotypes. Now some of these movies were undoubtedly classics, but when you’re a kid there is a limit to the number of ‘stiff upper lip’ war movies you can watch. And they were in black and white too.

So, hurrah for something different and one of the most popular regurgitated movies in our house, was Jason and The Argonauts, in glorious technicolour. No clipped accents here, a man wearing a rather fetching loin cloth affair – although I think I was a bit too young to really fancy him. Fantastic monsters that came to life from stone,  sea creatures that could take out a boat – think Jaws and needing that bigger boat. We didn’t realise that they were glorified puppets – no wizard special effects available at that time. Jason of course acquired his Golden Fleece and all was right with the world until the next rainy Bank Holiday, when he’d return to battle with the same monsters and still we marvelled at them.

It is not a Bank Holiday in Italy,  and so all of the commercial traffic is back on the road. I had in mind to run about 9 or 10km. We’ve had our good friends J&G staying with us for the weekend, during which we have eaten, drunk, laughed, slept – pretty much on repeat. We had a casual agreement that on Monday the three of us would go for a run. Mr JCR is excused as he can’t run due to his back surgery. J&G didn’t have a great night’s sleep, so decided to catch up on some zeds. I however, didn’t have that excuse. Getting ready to go, using my new Body Glide gel which prevents chafing and blisters – I realise I’ve just smeared my feet liberally with Dove roll-on deodorant. Aarrggghh, stupid tart syndrome hits again. I then apply the proper stuff over the deodorant hoping that will work. As an aside, in Italy there are two types of Body Glide – one for runners and sportspeople, the other for more intimate needs. Given I am so stupid, I may as well have bought the second type! Off I go, giggling at my own stupidity.

Usual route to Mill Lane, Lover’s Lane only this time – I decided to take the barking beagles on and play them at their own game. They lie in wait until I am passing and then always seem to make me jump when they bark. My new cunning plan, to quote Baldrick, is to run quietly up to their home, cause them to bark and then run away. It was childish, but it worked a treat! On I went to the bendy, scary road, through the village and rounding the walled bend, my first encounter with a juggernaut. A large camper van took the corner very closely and I ended up kissing the wall with my hands. Not so great, but here everyone runs or walks on the same side and direction of the traffic and I run facing the traffic, so I guess they weren’t expecting a pedestrian to be there. Ho hum.

Carrying on towards the fish shop village, I’m overtaken by a crane, a tractor with its trailer and three large coaches in convoy coming towards me. The difficulty with the juggernaut traffic is the noise, if they are on the road, I can’t hear any other traffic, so I have to stop running for safety reasons. I did a lot of stopping on this run. I continue down bin lane and see all the domestic bins are out – this means I could have to dodge the bin lorry. Luckily not, but as I turned the corner onto the Rome road, yup even more lorries hurtling towards me, so I took refuge in the driveway of a local business. After a cavalcade of lorries, noise, and exhaust fumes, I made it to my ‘pick up’ point.

I survived the juggernauts and ran an acceptable 9+km, not quite an epic journey à la Jason, no Golden Fleece as a reward, but a very nice brunch with J&G, followed by the first Aperol Spritz of the year.

The pic shows an Argonaut – this is Argo, our dogshare – strictly speaking he is our neighbour’s dog, but when they are out he likes company and so pays us a visit. Here he is supervising Mr JCR on the lawn cutting.

Thanks to Gabi who has donated to my Alzheimer’s Challenge using my alter ego’s name Auntie Bubbles – I’m looking forward to afternoon tea on Sunday.

Playlist

Rock The Casbah – The Clash

Modern Love – David Bowie

Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran

Avalon – Roxy Music

I Won’t Let the Sun Go Down On me – Nik Kershaw

Crazy In Love – Beyoncé

Smile Like You Mean It – The Killers

Disco 2000 – Pulp

Down In The Tube Station At Midnight – The Jam

Girls and Boys – Blur

Let’s Go Crazy – His Purple Highness

Talk Talk – Talk Talk

Born To Run – The Boss

Change – The Lightning Seeds

Is Vic There – Department S

It’s Called A Heart – Depeche Mode

Parklife – Blur

Marvin Gaye – Puth and Traynor

Stats

Distance 9.80km

Time 1:05:48

Average Pace 6:42

Elevation Gain – 37 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 793.6

Kms To Go  1224.44

 

 

 

 

21 Apr – When Good Intentions

are kept. I know, who knew that was possible?

Our very good friends K&C passed by, having spent a few days in Abruzzo on their way back home to Northern Italy.

Today is a special day, an historic day, as we say in Italiano ‘irrepetibile’  for the K&C family and Mr & Mrs JCR. Today, we lunched both well and wisely. We ate, and we drank water, lots of water, followed by water.

Usually our lunches start with a snifter, or two, followed by a bottle of vino or two, and the vino gets followed by a digestivo, then lunch morphs into dinner, evening snifters, nightcaps. You get the drift. Usually a lunch invitation involves an overnight stay and a drying out day. For goodness sake, we even have wine vines growing in our garden, which are coming on a treat. Still we stayed vino free.

Today is however different for a number of reasons:-

  1. The K&C clan are en route home and both driving, hence no alcohol
  2. For my Alzheimer’s challenge, I am running this afternoon, with temperatures of over 20 degrees and full sun, hangover running is to be avoided at all costs – hence no alcohol
  3. Mr JCR is doing a 300km Audax (bike ride) overnight, in the scary dark, and up and down mountains – hence no alcohol

To my shame, I did suggest a white wine spritzer, but was shouted down most politely by the other three.  So we lunched well, and wisely. Which perhaps was all to the good, when I set out for my little run this afternoon. My feet resemble a battleground and various plasters and ointments are being brought into service, to get me round. After yesterday’s long run of 12km, I decided a short, cheeky six clicks, would be just the ticket.

I set out to Seal’s ‘The Beginning’, down the Slope of Hope, past the barking balcony house – they were quiet today. Up the Hill That Kills, and to be honest it did a damn fine job of having a go at me. I have to admit to one stop, I was pooped and hot and yes I know this is less than 1km from the house. But it was after a lovely lunch – that’s my excuse. Anyway I summoned up what little energy and enthusiasm I had and continued down Lovers’ Lane – no lovers there today, it’s too early in the day and the season. Only languid, lounging families lolling on the grass outside Villa Bali, wondering at the stupidity of a middle aged woman running in the afternoon sun.

Back out to Mill Lane past the water pump station – aarrgghh. I mooched on down the Slope of Hope again, all was quiet through the village not a creature was stirring. I hooked a right into Laundry Lane past our friends’ house, bathed in the late afternoon sun, and passed two dog walkers  – one with his dog on a lead. The other just had a dog lead, I never did see a spare dog. Maybe he hasn’t really got one and just carries a lead as a wishful desire? Or he is the ‘spare lead’ person for the original dog walker?

In truth, I know he has a dog, because I’ve seen him before. But his dog had definitely gone awol.

Laundry Lane has a gradual incline and a couple of what I call uppy/downy bits – you can tell my technical running lingo is coming on leaps and bounds with the aid of this challenge. At just beyond the 5k mark on on one of those uppy bits, Prodigy and ‘Breathe’ came on my playlist – never was an instruction so well timed. I continued on towards our friend’s house, and decided that six kms was enough.

Today was marked by good intentions being kept for lunch, but as I found out when I got back home and checked my running plan, I should have done 9km. Perhaps I could have actually checked my plan before going out – that would have been another good intention. Oh well another incident to be filed under Stupid Tart Syndrome

Face Colour – Salsa Red – that’s because it was only 6 clicks…

Good luck to all London Marathon runners tomorrow, my feet are shredded doing this challenge, heaven alone knows how you manage doing 42kms in one go.

Playlist

Seal – The Beginning

Cafe Del Mar – Energy 52, Three N One

Little Fluffy Clouds – The Orb

Shanti – Banco De Gaia

Handbags and Gladrags – Stereophonics

Some Might Say – Oasis

She’s Electric -Ditto

Hush – Kula Shaker

Breathe – The Prodigy

Drop Dead Gorgeous – Republica

Come As You Are – Nirvana

So Why So Sad – The Manics

Have A Nice Day – Stereophonics

Sleepy Maggie – Ashley MacIsaac

TNT For The Brain – Enigma

Stats

Distance 6.33km

Time 47:22

Average Pace 7:29 (I know,  that’s hopeless)

Alzheimer’s Challenge

691.31 kms run

1326.69 still to do

Maybe tomorrow I can break the 700km barrier?

 

 

 

 

 

 

11 Apr – In The Pink

As a Red – that is a Liverpool fan I am a happy bunny this morning, after we summarily despatched Manchester City last night in the Champion’s League.

From being very happy Red to  being tickled pink, the lipstick colour used to give me some motivation to go out and face the world and run. In London, the colour is bright red – runner’s ruby. In Italy, as I forgot to bring my red lipstick here, my fuchsia pink is now known as pootler’s pink.

Having promised that I need to drink more water/soft drinks and get up earlier, I did just that. Slapped on a dash of pootler’s pink and was on my way.

Today was to be a short run of about 6km, cunningly worked out by Mr JCR last night on his Strava thing. Of course, best laid plans and all that, he hadn’t allowed for me developing stupid tart syndrome again. Yup, I never learn, when needing to de-clothe, just stop running, do what you need to and carry on. Nope, I decided against that course of action and in de-gloving whilst running, promptly lost one glove, which I didn’t discover until a little later.

I digress, I was in a good mood (thank you Mo Salah),  I passed through Mill Lane and despite the recent Watergate scandal, was still smiling when I entered Lovers’ Lane. My smile grew wider when who should I see but my favourite Italian cheerleaders Anouska and Albino .

Whether or not I am their favourite runner, who can say – actually I’m probably not, because Anouska said ‘Don’t stop, carry on running’. I stopped though and explained we’d just got back home, and she was asking how long we were staying for. I answered and we exchanged goodbyes and went on our way. What A&A don’t know is that last year when I started the C25K training programme, seeing them every other day acted like a commitment I had to meet. So I was really chuffed to see them for the first time this year. A proper runner’s welcome.

In my enthusiasm to show off the fact that I am considerably fitter than last year, I did set off rather too quickly and in my speedy Gonzales moment, decided to de-glove and that’s where the route planning went awry. I passed A&A again on their return leg, and decided I would detour via home to dump my running jacket and gloves as I was quite warm. Then I found I was a glove missing, so back again to the same places – Mill Lane where my smile faltered a bit at the water pumping station, up Lovers’ Lane – no glove to be seen, what’s that in Villa Bali’s grounds – no it’s a bird JCR, it’s just flown away.

Eventually I found the glove, needless to say it was more or less the furthest point away it could have been. That meant the route planning session was a waste of time.  So down to the slope of hope, incident free and to Laundry Lane, which again was mercifully free of traffic. At the 6km mark the lane starts to rise and reader, I confess, I walked about 20 paces to get my puff back. Will you forgive me that lapse? Or do I have to add an extra 20 paces onto my next run?

Anyway to the tune of some very tetchy beagles barking, I finished my run at just a shade over 7km.

Playlist

I Ran  – A Flock Of Seagulls

Joan Of Arc – OMD

Breaking Us In Two – Joe Jackson

Marvin Gaye – Phuth and Traynor

Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar

Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak – Macy Gray

I Try – Ditto

Crazy In Love – Beyonce

Blue Monday – New Order

Mr Brightside – The Killers

World In Motion – New Order

This Girl – Kungs

The Jean Genie – David Bowie

Stats

Distance 7.16Km

Time 50:58

Average Pace 7:07 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 64 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 619.92

Kms To Do 1398.08 (yes, under the 1400s, we’re getting there)

6 Apr – Beast From The East Part III

Well I really thought we were done with this. Other mistakes recently include thinking that it was only me who suffered from stupid tart syndrome. Now I know it’s infectious especially with your nearest and dearest.

Cue an earlier conversation (as best I can recall) in January when leaving Italy:-

Mr JCR – ‘Shall we shut the water off at the mains, in case of a pipe burst?’

JCR – ‘Well we’ve been coming here for 14 years, and every Winter we do, and nothing’s ever happened.’

Mr JCR – ‘Yes, even that year when the snow was 3 metres high, the house was okay.’

JCR – ‘Yes, it’ll be fine.’

Except it wasn’t and it isn’t. Last year we came back somewhat unexpectedly after having being burgled. Not ideal, we lost lots of stuff and as such the house is now like a mini prison with cameras and alarms and sensors everywhere.

One of these cameras enables us to see the perimeter and hear noises. We do get alerts and from time to time we check the video to hear the sound of birdsong and not much else. To our surprise this year the birdsong did seem a bit noisier than usual, especially given the severity of the Winter.

That’s because it wasn’t birdsong. It was the unhappy sound of a burbling brook of water cascading from our external water supply, for heaven alone knows how long. Our side of the water meter unfortunately and we’ve found that we’ve used double the quantity of water for all the time we’ve been here. That’s crudely 28 years of normal water usage in a maximum of 3 months.

We’ve also just calculated how much that is going to cost us, and let’s just say my fund-raising target for Alzheimers is less cash than the upcoming water bill. So if you see a crowdfunding site with an appeal for raising funds for water relief and are tempted to chip in, just beware, it could be me and Mr JCR scamming you to pay our water bill!

Back to today, and after an unplanned day of water mains fixing etc, it was time to go for a run. Out into the hills on a nice sunny day – down the Slope of Hope, everything was fine and dandy, and then I turned into the Hill That Kills. Oops I had forgotten that in this quest to do 2018km, I hadn’t specifically factored in the hills of Le Marche. Blimey it was tough and I did have to take a breather half way through it, I continued into Lover’s Lane towards Villa Bali, which was teeming with teenagers, all looking cool and lounging on the grass, chatting and  then a middle aged sweaty woman shuffled past.

I think they were instagramming, I hope to goodness the usual middle-aged woman’s cloak of invisibility was working. Turning round, I ran back to the house to get a change of clothing. The Beast from the East is no more, but his mate the Witch of the West had appeared with some rather warm weather, turning me and my face the same colour as my fuchsia pink top. A quick change into capris and a vest top and I continued, back down the Slope of Hope and onto the Bendy, Scary Road.

Fairly uneventful today, I dodged a few cars, but the buses were great they gave me a wide berth. I had hit the 8km mark and realised that now my drinking habits need to change once more – I need to be drinking more water, which is bloody ironic, considering we can no longer afford any.

At the 10km mark, I thought running in the sun is lovely, but I needed a quick pit stop at our local cafe bar to buy water – yes I know the irony is growing.  On my way to meet Mr JCR at the bank, a cyclist went past me and said ‘Lei e bella’, which is you are beautiful – this is fairly standard practice in Italy, men complimenting women randomly. What’s not is that he was aiming it at me, and I was the only woman in view. Maybe he works for the water company and thought he’d make me feel a bit better.

All in all I did just over 12km, and am now trying to work out if I can run distances that involve no perspiration, so I can start washing with wet wipes.

My final takeout on this unhappy incident – never, ever, ever, ever leave your house for any length of time without switching the water off at the mains.  Never, ever, ever think that 14 years of experience in a foreign country, means you know something.

And to friends and family, I’m really, really, really sorry about the coin-operated shower and bathroom facilities, but needs must.

The pics are non sequitur – the Bunga Bunga cafe was on my last run in London and as Silvio Berlusconi is famous for his Bunga Bunga parties, it made me think of here. The pic of Mr JCR  mowing our now non-jungle is just to show some glorious sun and daisies, which I’ve missed a lot, whilst we’ve overwintered.

Playlist

Chelsea Dagger – The Fratellis

You Love Us – The Manics

Mercy – Duffy

Let’s Dance – David Bowie

Dreaming Of Me – Depeche Mode

Master And Servant – Ditto

Dancing In The Dark – The Boss

This Girl – Kungs

Hot In The City – Billy Idol

Joan Of Arc – OMD

World in Motion – New Order

Sign Of The Times – Harry Styles

Girl From Mars – Ash

Back To Black – Amy Winehouse

Rehab – Ditto

is She Really Going Out With Him – Joe Jackson

Help Me Rhonda – Beach Boys

Einstein A Go-Go – Landscape

Everyday I Love You Less And Less – Kaiser Chiefs

Everything Must Go – The Manics

Let’s Stick Together – Bryan Ferry

Rumour Has It – Adele

It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

China Girl – David Bowie

Glory Days – The Boss

Stats

Distance 12.13km

Time 1:24:15

Average Pace 6:56 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain – 59 metres (all at the beginning ow)

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done to date 586.94km

Kms to do 1431.06

 

 

 

 

8 Feb – Running Like An Octopus

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The Final Community Chest for Monopoly

Today is the last day of my running streak.

It started well with loads of messages of support from the C25K gang and in particular ju-ju, who instagrammed name checked me. I am middle aged I don’t really know what that means, but it is a nice gesture!

With the chillier weather, I gave myself some time to faff, before going out. And so on my run, it was near Packington Street where stupid tart syndrome hit me. Why not try blowing your nose (middle aged permanent affliction it seems), whilst taking off your hat, hairband and phone in armband, whilst redistributing your keys into the running tights front pocket?

Why not? – because you need eight arms, that’s why not. I spent a fruitless age trying to get myself organised. Had I just deployed basic common sense I could have been done in a couple of minutes. As it was, I reckon I spent 5 or 6 minutes struggling to do five teeny, tiny tasks, when if I’d just thought for a moment, the time could have been spent running.

This is the problem with cold weather and being a woman of a certain age. I start off freezing cold and within 2 kms of starting, everything heats up. At the point of extreme heat, clearly my brain goes awol and stupid tart syndrome then takes me over.

Having re-arranged my hat, gloves, headband and money into the hoodie pouch, I started off again, looking like a pregnant kangaroo. Next stop the fishmonger’s – aargh there is someone ahead of me, so I have to pause the mechanical voice lady on Map My Run, and then with my fish, I add that to the octopus’s activity pocket and out I run. Now I look like a very heavily pregnant kangaroo.

After all this streak running I feel quite tired, even though I’ve only done just over 3.5kms at this point, but on I plod remembering my minimum 5km commitment. Amazingly a lorry stopped to let me cross a road, which was quite a pleasant surprise. I still hex all courier drivers, as routinely they are some of the most ill-tempered drivers I ever see. I hold particular contempt for DPD, who never, ever, stop to let you cross and when you give way to them, never, ever acknowledge the courtesy.

The 5km prompt comes up and I really want to give up, but decide I will plod just that bit further if I can. And I did not quite 6km today, but tomorrow I get a rest. I am looking forward to a day off.

Playlist

Runnin’ Down A Dream – Tom Petty

I Ran – A Flock of Seagulls

Talk Talk – Talk Talk

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears

Hold Me Now – Thompson Twins

I Won’t Back Down – Tom Petty

Fade To Grey – Visage

Don’t You Want Me – The Human League

Don’t You (Forget About Me) – Simple Minds

Eighties – Killing Joke

I Want Your Love – Transmission Vamp

Liberator – Spear of Destiny

Trapped – Colonel Abrams

Cuddly Toy – Roachford

A New England – Billy Bragg

There Must Be An Angel – Eurythmics

I Only Want To Be With You – The Tourists

Stats

Distance 5.90 km

Time 46:57

Average Pace 7:57 (including stupid tart syndrome and fish shop queue)

Elevation Gain 27 metres

Running Streak – 8 days

Alzheimers Challenge

Kms run to date 180.72

Kms to run 1827.28

According to Map My Run I am 8037th out of 113,415* participants on their 2018 challenge.

*But there are definitely some dodgy stats on there… How many people can have fitted in 40 workouts of over 100km a time do you reckon? Oh  and since the 1st January… Apparently this is an internet thing, people create false ids and cheat the system by posting stupid stats…