27 Oct – I Never Got The Memo

It must be due to the clocks changing but for the first time in almost a lifetime, I was awake before Mr JCR and I made the routine mug of tea. So far so unusual, I never get up first and almost never make tea at the weekend. The spookiness of Hallowe’en has got to me. Or it could be case of eating pasta late last night and my tum grumbling a bit 😉

Either way I was out of the door earlier than usual taking in the usual long route – Mill Lane to the Cafe stop. Except today, no MR JCR in the car to take me home, I’d have to ascend the Bitch of a Pitch. Ho hum.

I did my usual warm-up and then out towards Villa Bali, where a young dad was playing with his toddler. The toddler was having his tum tickled and squealing with delight, then he moved to play with the gravel. Simple pleasures – his dad said buongiorno and I waved back. It’s nice when people are friendly – it gives you a spring in your step. With his salute ringing in my ears I made my way towards the Bendy, Scary Road and promptly got overtaken by three speedy cyclists, they shouted Salve when they went past. All I could do was wave, as they were so fast and out of sight. On my way into Royston Vasey I saw a lady runner ahead of me – wearing black shorts, American Tan tights (I spotted those when I overtook her), long black socks and a fluoro green running top. I was somewhat perplexed by the American Tan tights, unless she doesn’t have running leggings and it was a way of keeping warm.

I overtook her gradually, and made my way through Royston Vasey and then curses, who did I see ahead of me but American Tan Tights runner. Is this some kind of Hallowe’en witchery going on?  Then I remembered there is a short cut, if you are keen on running uphill. It did give me a kick up the butt and at that point I did my fastest km (in this run) at just over 6 minutes a km, but she was not going my way, so I never did catch her up.

Into War Of The Worlds Lane and I see a gentleman runner wearing black shorts and fluoro green top, is he going to mysteriously appear ahead of me despite being overtaken? The answer was no, as he changed direction and started running towards me. Okay that’s two fluoro green and black combos and I’ve only seen two runners. Further on in WOTW Lane, there are two guys doing sprint training and again in fluoro green and black. That’s 4 runners, wearing almost exactly the same clothes. I have that colour combo in my wardrobe, but today went for fluoro orange and blue. I did feel slightly left out of the clothing club, however they were nice, friendly guys and said Salve as I went past.

Obviously there’s something weird going on, I never see many runners – 4 in one run is almost a record for me; the fact they were wearing the same colours was a weird coincidence. Although, it has to be said when you look in the sports shops here, fluoro green and black is a popular mix – I think it shows off the famed Italian Adonis-like bods.

Suitably buoyed up I carried onto the cafe, hitting the 10km mark – a quick coffee and brioche and I was running back towards home. I couldn’t face the Bitch of a Pitch, so wimped out and went back along to WOTW Lane – all the fluoro runners had gone, and without fellow runners to gee me on, my pace suffered somewhat.

I didn’t get the memo on the clothing colours and my legs didn’t get the memo on only doing 9km today, but I’m not complaining.

Playlist

Disco Divas

Knock On Wood – Amii Stewart

Ring My Bell – Anita Ward

Respect – Aretha

Yes Sir, I Can Boogie – Baccara

Cruel Summer – Bananarama

Gotta Go Home – Boney M

I Feel For You, I’m Every Woman – Chaka Khan

Let’s Hear It For The Boy – Deniece Williams

Upside Down, Chain Reaction – Diana Ross

I Say A Little Prayer – Dionne Warwick

I Feel Love, Love To Love You Baby – Donna Summer

Love Come Down – Evelyn Champagne King

Rescue Me – Fontella Bass

Never Can Say Goodbye – Gloria Gaynor

Pull Up To The Bumper – Grace Jones

Somebody Else’s Guy – Jocelyn Brown

Funkytown – Lipps Inc

Heatwave – Martha Reeves

Forget Me Nots, Stir It Up – Patrice Rushen

Lady Marmalade – Patti LaBelle

Jump, Automatic – The Pointer Sisters

Car Wash –  Rose Royce

He’s The Greatest Dancer, Lost In Music – Sister Sledge

Boogie Oogie Oogie – A Taste Of Honey

Tell It To My Heart – Taylor Dayne

Don’t Leave Me This Way – Thelma Houston

I Wanna Dance With Somebody, How Will I Know – Whitney Houston

Stats

Distance 14.37km

Time 1:42:31

Average Pace 7:08

Elevation Gain 141 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1742.40

Kms To Do 275.60

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

16 Oct – The kNAFFTAs* are here

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*Knickers and Foundation Fitness Training Awards – the ‘k’ is silent

 

In English we have a phrase ‘don’t get your knickers in a twist’ or a knot is also a variant on the adage. This came to mind during my run this morning. It occurred to me that whilst I had created a scoring method for my sports bras, I hadn’t done the same for the nether region’s needs. What’s good enough for upstairs is good enough for downstairs, so here we go.

Here is my indispensable guide to working out whether your running/sporting undergarments pass muster.

A  – Appearance

In relationships, for some of us, looks are all. Others prefer character or even a good sense of humour. How your underwear looks may just make the crucial difference between running and running scared.

Score yours as follows:

0= Who said knickers were necessary? I run commando.

1= I re-purposed granny’s bloomers/ grandad’s plus-fours, they are a bit bulky under the lycra

2= Other than the rotting elastic, they’re looking good for 10 years wear

3= So-so, I wouldn’t die of shame if my shorts fell down

4= Nearly new, neat and rather natty

5= The haute couture of knickers, I prefer to be seen in these rather than my running shorts

B for Bounce

For us runners some moving flesh can be problematical. Underwear providing a bit of support can be the difference between being able to sit comfortably post run and being forced to apply anaesthetic cream in places you rather wouldn’t.

Score yours as follows:

0 = I run commando, bounce hardens you up

1= OMG, there’s a flesh rollercoaster down/back there, it’s all unrestrained

2= I yelp occasionally when my parts get out of synch

3= An occasional hiccup, but otherwise it’s settled nicely

4= Firm without constriction

5= There ain’t nothing going on down there

C – Chafeability

The feel of your undergarment fabric can change your whole demeanour, for better or worse

Score yours as follows:

0= I’ve already told you, running commando makes me ‘meanour’

1= I think they call it glass paper at B&Q, this material takes no prisoners, I’m on my way to A&E

2= Hessian is not as eye-watering as you may think and runner’s lube helps

3=  I gasp occasionally in the shower – as a consequence my partner is somewhat suspicious

4= Seamless, wicking technology – need I say more?

5= My personal shopper sourced the most wonderful, hand woven Tibetan silk underwear. Please define chafe for me.

D for Dirt Management

Running underwear needs laundering, most of us can’t afford the time or have the inclination for special treatment

Score as follows:

0= Commando baby, nothing necessary

1= Handwoven Tibetan silk requires a Tibetan silk hand washing specialist, luckily I can afford one

2= Who doesn’t use a dry cleaner?

3= Hand washing preferred, with like minded clothing, we don’t like conditioner

4= Washing machine but please make it gentle with no tumble drying

5= Washing machine – any programme, these babies are indestructible

E for Expensively Branded

Running is supposed to be cheap, but as we know that’s not really true especially if you fall prey to ‘swoosh envy’, so how does your underwear size up on cost?

Score as follows:

0= I’ve told you so many times, I go commando, no cost impact for me, but my partner doesn’t like touching my running shorts

1= Handwoven Tibetan silk, doesn’t come cheap and my undies don’t either

2= Usain Bolt recommended these and he deserves the money

3= Goldilocks Porridge – just right

4= I’ve got money left over for lube

5= How cheap?!?, Better buy a multi-pack

F for Form

We’ve all fooled ourselves from time to time over the form of our clothing, for example ‘I did look good in the 80s’. Your choice of shape/type of underwear speaks volumes about you as a runner.

Score yours:

0= Runnng commando, my form is perfect and I won’t hear otherwise. I actually don’t hear otherwise as no-one will or does run with me

1 – I do everything in my boxers, although I concede they do look odd over my running shorts

2 – Going for a thong, who doesn’t like a cheesecutter?

3 – The old, grey faithful, no longer recognisable in form, colour or age. I can’t even be sure that they’re not my partner’s knickers

4 – My Bridget Jones Big Pants – my wife/husband says they suit me and provide a very useful tummy tuck service at the same time

5 –  Proper, pucker, perfect running knickers. No seams, wicking technology, no riding up with wear – heaven in a brief.

For scoring – anyone with a zero score – I think we all know how you run, more or less naked and most definitely alone. 😉

The higher the score the better the knicker. You can find the excel sheet here, to help you score your drawers

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P.s. Run Done – same issues as yesterday – the fog meant Map My Run recorded me as doing 56kms today

Playlist

Dad Dancing Classics

Come On Eileen – Dexys

Money For Nothing – Dire Straits

Ballroom Blitz – Sweet

This Town Ain’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us – Sparks

Sit Down – James

Jump Around – House of Pain

Oops Up Side Your Head – The Gap Band

Bat Out Of Hell – Meatloaf

Rockin’ All Over The World – Status Quo

Papas Got A Brand New Pigbag – Pigbag

Born To Run – The Boss

Greased Lightning – John Travolta

Dreadlock Holiday – 10cc

Mr Blue Sky – ELO

I’m Too Sexy – Right Said Fred

Timewarp – The Rocky Horror Show Cast

Tubthumping – Chumbawumba

Pretty Vacant – Sex Pistols

Prince Charming – Adam and The Ants

Living On A Prayer – Bon Jovi

Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen

Sex On Fire – Kings of Leon

Stats

Distance 10.08km

Time 1:05:08

Average Pace 6:27

Elevation Gain – indeterminable

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 1674.64

Kms To Run 343.36

 

 

 

12 Oct – Hot or Cold?

 

I had cold feet about getting up for my run – mainly laziness. But the weather was hotting up, so after much faffing I finally got out. What a glorious October morning, 18 degrees, sunny, no breeze and very little traffic around.

The usual long run route from home to the coffee shop, taking in the delights of Mill Lane, Lovers’ Lane, The Hill That Kills, Bendy Scary Road, Royston Vasey, Fish Shop Village and Bin Lane.

At Bali, I spotted the roses basking in the morning sun, and they were beautifully fragranced too. Summer’s last rays of sunshine encouraging the late flowering.  This was quite prophetic for my run, as I was a little slow on my feet at this point, I think the September reduced runs are having an impact and I’m a little less used to doing longer distances. Still October will get me back on track. The downside of the sun, is that the pesky biting insects are around and I’m nursing two bites on my legs which line up perfectly with my capri seams. It’s not an elegant run when I have to stop for a scratch and hope that no-one sees me.

Onto Royston Vasey and I smiled when I saw the hot water bottle cover on the washing line – at this point it was about 20 degrees and it seemed really incongruous, given I was boiling hot and rolling up my capris to cool down somewhat.

At the 6km mark, the late flowering came into effect personally and I managed two kilometres at under 5.50 pace, which is quite a rate for me, especially in the sun. Eminem and ‘Lose Yourself’ did help as it’s one of my favourite running tracks, then All Saints made an appearance with ‘Never Ever’ which also kept me trotting along nicely. Of course this pace wasn’t sustainable, but it’s the first time in a while I’ve done sub 6 minutes per km.

Bin Lane came into view and I had to slow down, but another 10km clocked on the challenge, on a day that started with cold feet and ended up with a happy hot runner.

Playlist

Ju-Ju’s 90’s Playlist

Get Here – Oleta Adams

Don’t Need The Sunshine – Catatonia

Say My Name – Destiny’s Child

Lose Yourself – Eminem

Never, Ever – All Saints

Love Is All Around – The Wets

Barbie Girl – Aqua

Believe – Cher

Wannabe – Spice Girls

Nothing Compares 2 U – Sinead O’Connor

The Power – SNAP!

Gangsta’s Paradise – Coolio

Move Any Mountain, Ebeneezer Goode – The Shamen

I See You Baby – Groove Armada

Devotion – Nomad

The Key, The Secret – Urban Cookie Crew

Everybody’s Free – Rozalla

Baby One More Time – Britney Spears

Dub Be Good To Me – Beats International

Stats

Distance 10.44km

Time 1:08:00

Average Pace 6:30

Elevation Gain  47 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1639.75

Kms to Run 378.25

 

 

 

Apr 10 – Teenage Tantrums

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I hate mornings, I really, really hate mornings, I’ve always hated mornings. The only good thing about a morning is that a lunch is never far away. Listening to the radio X hours later, the presenter now says that early risers are just irritating, very efficient and productive. According to the Sleep School Founder we each have chronotypes – larks, owls and hummingbirds. Teenagers are an especially sleep-deprived group and that’s how I feel when the alarm goes off. I am a teenage owl, except I can’t cope with late nights either, maybe I’m a teenage sloth?

In my zombie state, I get changed and go out. It is coolish and very windy, brrr. I do my warm up walk up Mill Lane, past the Water pumping station grrr, and then turn into the hill that kills, to start my descent. By the time I am out of the slope of hope, the weather has changed, it is now warm, sunny and no wind. At the 1km mark, I am performing origami striptease moves, designed so I don’t have to stop running. Except I end up as a tangle of wires, sleeves and middle aged women’s hankies all over the place. Okay, JCR just stop, adjust clothing and then move on.

At 2km, the running tights are being rolled up Compo style above the knees, in a vague attempt to cool me down. It isn’t working and whilst I can’t see my face, I have a feeling I am glowing brightly. Through the cobbled streets of the village I come across my first co-runner, he is running uphill (with my challenge, running up the hills of Le Marche is something I will do occasionally). We wave and smile, and then coming towards me is my first cyclist. Let’s just say I don’t think he’s been on a bike for a while. His knees are at right angles to the bike frame, his face is very red, and he sort of waves and gasps in acknowledgment. In fairness to him, had I felt that bad, I think I’d have conserved every bit of energy I had, just to keeping going.

Further on down the hill, another 2 cyclists coming up the hill, they just zoomed past, no waves, no gasps, nothing. Around the corner I see my second runner, in fluoro green and black shorts, he is loping lazily and he looks substantially cooler than I am. At this stage, I have rolled up every bit of lycra I can to keep cool. Now I realise it is about 11am, it is only 17 degrees and we are nowhere near summer temperatures yet. This means, I am going to have to get up earlier to avoid the sun and the heat, and start carrying a water bottle too, to keep me cool.

To go back to my original teenage tantrum, I hate mornings, I really, really hate mornings, I’ve always hated mornings. And now I am going to have to start getting up early in the mornings. This challenge is taking on menacing overtones. Only upside is I was back in the top 2% on the global challenge again – in fairness this only lasted about an hour – I’m back at 3% now.

Face Colour – Salsa Red

Playlist

Break My Stride – Matthew Wilder

Hold Me Now – Thompson Twins

Cars – Gary Numan

You Spin Me Round – Dead Or Alive

Uptown Girl – Billy Joel

Living On The Ceiling – Blancmange

Eighties – Killing Joke

Liberator – Spear Of Destiny

Gold – Spandau Ballet

Talk Talk – Talk Talk

Don’t Go – Yazoo

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears

I Won’t Back Down – Tom Petty

I Ran (Flock Of Seagulls)

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Do You Really Want To Hurt Me – Culture Club

Don’t You Want Me – Human League

I’m Still Standing – Elton John

Stats

Distance 9.03km (I ran around the car park at the cafe a few time to get to 9)

Time 58:14

Average Pace 6:26 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 35 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 612.76

Kms To Do 1405.24

 

 

 

 

9 Apr – Students, Stones and Socks

Not such a bright day today – about 11 degrees and very London in colour. Still no peace for the stupid, I agreed with Mr JCR that I’d run down to the coffee shop and he’d meet me there for breakfast.

First off, up Mill Lane – past the Water Pumping Station, where I flicked a V sign. I realise it’s not its fault our water leak, but that bloody station often conks out – why oh why not this time? Anyway, up to Lovers’ Lane and Villa Bali, back to its usual coachload of school children on the obligatory science trip. As I ran around the grounds, one smart-arse yoof, decided it would be fun to mimic my running. As he did, he tripped over. I didn’t laugh although was sorely tempted, but he got his comeuppance with a roar of laughter and catcalls from the other students.

Continuing on down the hill that kills, and slope of hope, turning into the bendy, scary road. It’s always quiet on a Monday morning, most shops are shut and there’s not so many folk around. One lone cyclist came into view – it’s the ninja O.A.P., who I see quite often, fair play to him I was running downhill, he was cycling uphill. At that point the bendy, scary road lived up to its reputation with two school buses coming up behind me and a large freight lorry coming towards me. All that metal, it wasn’t worth the fight, so I stopped. Re-starting, I had stones in my shoe – stopped again, removed stone. Carried on for all of 10 metres, then there was another stone in the other one, and my sock has lost some elasticity, so my left trainer was rubbing my heel. Minor wardrobe adjustments made, I then carried on. Turning at the fish shop, I was now on the home stretch, although this part of the road runs parallel to the Via Flaminia (which is nice and flattish), but the road I’m on fools you – it starts off on a gentle slope down, but then bites you on the bum and reverts back to type – uphill and nasty.

My final schlep was on the Via Flaminia itself, where I took shelter from the thundering juggernauts and finally made it to the cafe for a well-earned cappuccino and pastry. Oh and my final ’S’ for today – I have broken the 600km barrier.

Playlist

Night Fever  – Bee Gees

Ruby – Kaiser Chiefs

Glory Days – The Boss

Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran

She’s Electric – Oasis

London Calling – The Clash

Locomotion – OMD

Cabron – Red Hot Chilis

Marvin Gaye – Phuth and Traynor

Walk Like An Egyptian – The Bangles

Na Na Na Naa – Kaiser Chiefs

Upside Down – Paloma Faith

It’s Called A Heart – Depeche Mode

Back To Black – Amy Winehouse

I Try – Macy Gray

Enola Gay – OMD

Two Tribes – Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Dance Away – Roxy Music

Help me Rhonda – The Beach Boys

Stats

Distance 10.23km

Time 1:05:05

Average Pace 6:21

Elevation Gain 42 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 603.73

Kms to Do 1414.27

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

29 Mar – Idris Says Carry On

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This was before I knew I was injured….

in another room – according to his latest advert – which to be honest is rubbish, but it is Idris, so he is forgiven.

After the 27th’s run, in which I actually failed to do my target kms, I thought I should carry on with another run and try and make up the mini deficit of half a km. As Mr JCR points out, I am actually ahead of target, so my reasoning has gone a little awry.

Nonetheless, the beastette from the East, is due back again, so it’s a good idea to clock the kms whilst I can. Today’s plan is another 10km – well perhaps a bit more if I can power my old lady legs on. Actually they are not old lady legs – officially according to The United Nations – ‘The United Nations uses 60 years to refer to older people’. This is a demographic line – apparently I am still young (actually the site doesn’t strictly speaking say that). So me and my young legs should be able to knock out the 10km no sweat. Here’s hoping.

Mmm well I have good news and bad news. Good news I did my second-ever fastest 5km – well fast for a geriatric in 29 minutes and 32 seconds – although with my geriatric fumbling it took about 30 seconds to stop the clock on my run to prove it was sub 30 minutes.

Second half of the run, I started a new run-on the MMR app and managed to do a further 6+km in an average of 5 minutes 56 seconds. That most definitely is my fastest 10 km+ ever.

Bad News – I have a twinge, one that makes me yelp and swear in equal measure when I put my right foot down – it shoots up near my knee. I have no obvious cause of an injury I was running fine and all of a sudden got the twinge, it felt fine so I continued running. Rested a while, de-sausaged, showered and went for a walk, still no problem. 3 hours later walking to a local restaurant the yelping/swearing started. A further 3 hours on, walking back from the restaurant, things weren’t much better.

Quick Dr Googling tells me it could be any number of things – not so helpful. I am thinking it might be tendonitis as I didn’t fall or twist or anything. Ho hum you win some, and then you lose some. I’d been building up a small surplus of kms in case of need. Looks like the need may have just arrived.

Idris says carry on – all the medical advice I am reading says don’t…, so I’m going to follow Idris’s advice and see if I can actually run at all. If I can with no twinges, I’ll do a little one, if I can’t, then I won’t.

Playlist 

Metal Guru – T Rex

Shang -A – Lang – Bay City Rollers

Sugar Baby Love – The Rubettes

Waterloo – Abba

I Feel Love – Donna Summer

Blame It On The Boogie – The Jacksons

Boogie Shoes – KC And The Sunshine Band

Killer Queen – Queen

Boogie Oogie Oogie – A Taste Of Honey

Night Fever – Bee Gees

Girls and Boys – Blur

Chelsea Dagger – The Fratellis

True Faith- 94 – New Order

Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine – The Killers

Maid Of Orleans (twice) – OMD

It’s Called A Heart – Depeche Mode

Let’s Go Crazy – His Purple Highness

Down In The Tube Station At Midnight – The Jam

 

Stats

Distance 11.98km

Time 1:10:59

Average Pace 5.55

Elevation Gain 59 metres

Face Colour – Monarch Red

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms To Date 541.09

Kms to Do 1476.91