Couch to 5K, Week 14 Run 2 – Too early for dogs…

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Come on red men…

After Mr JCR promised to get me out of bed early enough to avoid the sun, we had both forgotten one major factor. My team were playing last night, and so we had to watch the match to see four superb goals and then at least an hour’s worth of punditry telling me how brilliant my team were.

Jamie Redknapp using tech to show just how superb TAA’s strike was, Graeme Souness sitting on his smugness cushion of five League Championships, three European Cups and four League Cups. John Barnes, not quite the svelte figure he once was, but with a lovely twinkle in his eye describing Liverpool’s dominance. After match interviews with TAA, Salah and my middle aged crush Jurgen Klopp – see he is almost named after the Kop, his parents just got their surname wrong.

It was another hour of bliss as far as I was concerned, but all of this orgy of self congratulation meant we weren’t exactly in bed at the appointed hour, late to bed doesn’t mean an early start. Nonetheless I was out earlier today, it was a nine number not a ten or eleven, but even so still scorchio.

When it’s 27 degrees at 9am you know you’re in trouble. And so I started my warm up walk outside the house and did a mini loop before starting up Mill Lane, all to get the warm up walking done in sun and be able to start my run in some shade. It was going brilliantly and I was pootling up Lovers’ Lane and who did I see ahead of me but my running inspirational couple – Anouska and Albino. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen them and there they were strolling along enjoying the views. We exchanged ciaos and salves (Roman Italian for good health) – it gave me a real boost. However not enough of a boost to be able to overcome the scorching heat and I think I may have overcooked my start.

On the Slope of Hope, I was early enough to avoid the barking dog balcony and made my way towards Laundry Lane. There I spied my red poppies, here again it’s boiling hot and even an hour or so earlier, it’s in full sun. I traipsed my way to the small shaded area and ran backwards and forwards. Out of the shade, I ran towards the local winery on Laundry Lane, passing another barking dog house, but although they were out I spotted them and didn’t leap when they started barking. But the sight of the unshaded incline really got the better of me, and I stopped running. 5km seems too much of a reach at the moment in 80 degree plus heat.

I managed 4.2km in all, a little better than last time out. The timing is still abysmal, but I think I will ignore that for now and just focus on getting the distance up, oh and getting up earlier. Sunday is my next scheduled run, so if I aim for an eightish departure then hopefully the temperature will be a little lower.

Suzy K – you are consolidating – how is it going? And do you have a classic album track for my latest playlist?

Today was too early for dogs, but not early enough for me. Change is going to have to be made, but if the red men win the Premiership tonight, then I promise to be up and out by 8am on Sunday.

Stats

  • Distance 4.2km
  • Time – Abysmally worrying
  • Leaping in the Air – not once

Physio

Yup and I was reading in the PHD Runner’s blog about her getting a gait analysis as she’s had a chronic injury problem, and one of the recommended exercises was the crab walking squats, and I’ve remembered I’d totally forgotten about doing those, so yes they are on my list too, along with bridges, hip flexors, pelvic thrusts, squatting, touching my toes.

And the skipping rope – now they’re called jump ropes, and they’re not rope, they are wires and they don’t half hurt when you swipe your bum with them. Well my best effort so far is 12 jumps in succession – that tells you how rubbish my coordination is… Still I’m going to have another go and see if I can manage 15 consecutive jumps.

Playlist

Birthday Number Ones

Best Song Metal Guru – By T Rex – just loved Marc Bolan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Week 14 Run 1 – There’s A Hole In My Bucket

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Adriatic View From The Top of The Bitch of a Pitch

So goes the nursery rhyme, and actually our buckets were fine, it’s just that the Italian winter blew off our shed roof, our wood store roof and filled our jacuzzi full of rain water, having torn the covering tarpaulin to shreds.

Monday’s job was to try and bring some sense of order to the outdoors, which is looking a little sorry for itself after seven months of neglect, which come to think of it is like my bod after three months of lockdown.

My no-running exercise routine, included going grocery shopping (ugh), emptying said jacuzzi of about 700 litres of water and doing it by bucket to water our very sorry and sad looking oleanders.  Killing a vast number of wasps that had made nice nests under the leaky tarp – my method is to spray, pray and run. I should have been watering the newly planted hydrangeas too, but we lost all of them, due to no watering in Spring and all we have are seven sad straw stumps.

Then I helped Mr JCR recover the shed roof, with the rescued tarpaulin remnants, and now we look like long-term Italian residents. No Italian country garden is complete without a Heath Robinson type covering involving a tarp, dodgy rope and any convenient weights you can find.  We now have a fetching bright green shed roof, with an elastic garter, and three different types of wooden poles weighting the roof down. All we need is rope to hold up our gardening trousers and we’ll become a pair of Compoes from Last of The Summer Wine.

Today’s job is to empty all the previously empty buckets and containers in the shed, which are now chock full of stagnant water. Livin’ the dream! Oh and go for a run, preferably one that lasts longer than Sunday’s and is marginally quicker. That means getting up early, which means going to bed early – neither of which are in my usual routine.

And yes, epic fail, the alarm  was set, JCR not. Three hours later I set off on the same route as last time, only today it’s hotter and there’s less shade available. Stupid tart syndrome entirely of my own making and 29 degrees is about 84 F, so really scorchio.

Needless to say not a soul about, the dog walkers got out earlier on, I wonder if I can get them to bed shame me for a run? Lovers’ Lane was predictably hot and dusty and Villa Bali didn’t give me any shade whatsoever and so I made my weary back to Mill Lane, where even the water pumping station was quiet. All I could hear was the chirruping of cicadas. Now when they get going I find it makes me feel hotter, there must be something auto-suggestive about that particular noise. I could feel my face getting redder and redder and the panting was increasing too. In truth this bit of the run is always hard as it’s the first ten minutes and it takes a while to get in my stroll. I pootled down the Slope of Hope, got ‘goosed’ by the barking balcony house. They seem to have obtained another deeper voiced dog, and both of them conspired to make me jump. Both dogs have the knack of staying quiet until I’m just about past them and then they bark into action.

Having recovered some kind of composure I made my way towards Laundry Lane and it was fairly brutal, I did find a small 50 yard section under mottled shade and ran that backwards and forwards a few times, to get my run to the 4km distance marker. At that point there was no shade to be had at all and Laundry Lane starts rising quite considerably, my bucket of grit and determination was most definitely full of holes. My C25K  is now officially going backwards, I’ve done 1 km in a run less than about a month ago, but a temperature difference of running in the sixties to running in the eighties does cut me a bit of slack.

Upside I ran 4km today

Downside – not getting up and the temperature

Overall Rating – Could do better JCR

Stats

Distance 4km – so it was longer

Time – Awful – no improvement on pace, but see above

Temperature – Brutal

People – None

Leaps in the Air – Two

Physio

Just going to do it…

Oh and btw on Sunday’s run I actually tried my skipping rope afterwards. OMG it’s too embarrassing to contemplate just how little coordination I possess.

Music

Mens’s Names

Best track – Telegram Sam – I loved Marc Bolan, I think he was my first grown up crush, although my first child crush was on Troy Tempest. I actually wanted to be his mute girlfriend Marina, which considering I loathe swimming and the sea, is utterly bizarre  🙂

 

Week 13 Run 3 – All Washed Up On Laundry Lane

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Laundry Lane, before I fell victim to scorchio sun

Well it’s been quite a week, Mr Macron kindly opened the French borders on Sunday, which meant on Monday we were frantically clearing out the apartment and packing up the car to drive to Italy on Tuesday. A late night Chunnel got us to France in the very early hours of Wednesday morning. Cue a 22 hour drive marathon, with me , Mr JCR and Paula making a very untimely reappearance for the journey.

Thursday passed in a blur of sleeping and unloading. Friday similar, but add in doing some food shopping. Saturday, getting the house in order and an absolute mountain of ironing done, plus dealing with the recalcitrant Paula. All of which led me to today’s inaugural run back in Italy. It didn’t get off to a promising start, when I had the most horrendous stomach cramps, but a mug of tea and putting on my big girl pants meant I’d decided to go out.

Aha, JCR you’d forgotten about the summer in Italy, and yes it’s scorchio and leaving at 10am for a run, was perhaps a couple of hours too late as the temperature was showing at 27 degrees. My warm-up walk took me to Mill Lane and I was running in earnest down Lovers’ Lane passing two such lovers walking hand in hand, passed by a very red and panting JCR. A quick lope around Villa Bali grounds and back to Mill Lane. There I had a dilemma take the downward track of the Hill that Kills, or the Slope of Hope.

The Slope of Hope won out, and it’s nice to know that some things never change, the accursed barking dog surprised me and then I met our neighbour’s dog Argo out on a walk with Patrizia. She welcomed me back and expressed surprise at me running in make-up – actually just lipstick – pootler’s pink, one of the encouraging tricks to get me out of the door.

Taking a right turn towards our village and Laundry Lane, I’d forgotten exactly how exposed that road is, with very little shade to be had. I was running from tree to tree in an attempt to keep cool, but this was a very hard effort. And after a while, I could go no further, the heat is really sapping, and I have to acclimatise to it once more. I’d run out of water and with Paula dogging my every step, it would not have been sensible to continue running (even if I could) so at 3.5kms in I stopped running and ambled back home. Just over 5kms done, 2/3 in a run and 1/3 a very slow walk. When I did C25K the first time around I started my running in these temperatures and so acclimatised from day one to running in heat. This time it’s different I’ve done all my running in the much cooler UK and nothing has prepared me for scorchio weather without shade. Clearly more running lessons to be learned. Maybe I will alternate shorter intervals of running with a restful walk until I get used to the temperatures again…

So unfortunately, I did end up all washed out in Laundry Lane. But to continue the analogy, my dirty washing has been aired – I’m a cool weather runner apparently. I just need to get out earlier and take it slower, but sometimes it’s worth taking a step back to move forward (Mr JCR will hate that phrase – especially if I say it’s a journey!!)

No worries, I now know where I had to stop, so I will try and do just that little bit better next time out.

Stats

  • 3.6km run
  • Timing – a shocker
  • 3 leaps in the air due to dogs barking, the Slope of Hope, Laundry Lane and Argo’s loop.

Playlist

Sweetie Mix 

Best Song Deacon Blue and Chocolate Girl, because the lyrics say:

He calls her the chocolate girl
Cause he thinks she melts when he touches her

No-one around to melt me, just the scorchio sun and I was melting

Physio

Yes and I hated it…

 

 

 

 

 

10 Nov – I want him and now!

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There’s a band making a heck of a racket, honking and parping and banging drums on a Saturday morning for crying out loud. Oh yes, it’s the Lord Mayors’ procession or something similar, I can recall seeing the barriers around the City.

Okay JCR haul your sorry arse out and make sure you head away from the crowds. I’m a bit creaky this morning – runnerchondria has struck and I have an aching hip, which rather mysteriously doesn’t ache when I run, but does when I don’t.

I haven’t actually managed to break the 10km mark for a while  and I had planned on doing that this week, but the legs just haven’t had it in them. Today is day 5 of a mini running streak and maybe that’s why they are protesting a bit.

I promise my beleaguered legs to go slower today and aim towards Islington. Fairly uneventful for a run,  I loosened up a bit and pootled in and around the Canonbury conservation area. No ninja action today, no tourists in Islington to dodge, no bad weather, no amusing anecdotes, just a humdrum Saturday run. But there was one showstopper and that was the dog.

He was sitting when I passed him and he looked so woeful – I guess that is just the breed’s characteristic. A bus went past and he strained at his leash to look around. Then the lady above stopped and petted him – he leant back against her legs and looked blissful. He was gorgeous so quiet, and placid –  I almost fell in love there and then. Slight problem with a no pets policy in the apartment, actually he’s bigger than the apartment, oh and dognapping is most definitely a crime. I satisfied the falling in love feelings by giving him a long pet and having a chat with him.

I met him about the 6km mark and with a spring in my step continued home – I still didn’t break the 10km mark, but managed just over nine. Closer to breaking the 200 to go barrier  and that’s good. There will be something magical about seeing a number to run beginning with a 1.

Playlist

New Moon on Monday, Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran

Oliver’s Army – Elvis Costello

Night Fever – Bee Gees

Get Dancin’ – Disco Tex and His Sex-O-Lettes

I Am The Law – Human League

Love’s Unkind  (twice)- Donna Summer

Shake the Disease, People Are People, New Life – Depeche Mode

It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

Temptation –  Heaven 17

Maid Of Orleans – OMD

House of Fun – Madness

All Stood Still – Ultravox

Beat Crazy, Be My Number Two – Joe Jackson

Stats

Distance 9.21km

Time 1:08:03

Average Pace 7:22

Elevation Gain 44 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1815.08

To Run 202.92

 

 

 

 

30 Oct – Ciao Italia

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Today is my last day in Italy for 2018

 

Saturday Run – Done and Written Up

Sunday – 25 people for lunch – utter carnage – wonderful!

Monday – clear up the carnage – not so wonderful… 😦

Tuesday – Must Run, as we are leaving Italy tomorrow and travelling to Holland.

It’s warmish and I have timeish to go running, so I do. Okay, planning is all when going for a run. Perhaps it would be helpful to have noted down when your lady cleaner is coming to help you clean up the house before leaving.

I finish my warm-up, run towards Mill Land and a car is coming towards me, the driver waves. So do I, the driver stops and shouts ‘Jan, have you forgotten I am coming at 9am?’ – ah yes I have indeed forgotten.

A run back to the house to get that organised and then a slight panic sets in, I have agreed to meet Mr JCR later on at a specified time and place after my run is finished. Frantic, if confused exchange of messages, leave the lady cleaner behind and restart the run. Onto Mill Lane and Villa Bali, after the confusion at Villa JCR, all is quiet and tranquil. I appear to have my slow legs on today, and in truth it’s a bit of a plod. I do find if I take a couple of days rest, then my pace suffers as a consequence. At the 3km mark, I am wondering if my legs have enough stuffing to do 10km.

I have a 60s inspired soundtrack to help me – although some of the tracks are as slow as I am, which is not good for speeding up. I aim towards the Bendy, Scary Road and it’s still quiet, I see the happy, smiley lady and she nods. This is the sum total of excitement on the run today. My route takes me through Royston Vasey, and no-one is around – it’s difficult to say your goodbyes when everyone has disappeared from view.

At just over 7km, I turn off into War Of The World’s Lane and at last I see a real live human being. Two of them in fact, but one is a young guy helping a much older guy to do a gentle walk. We exchange ‘Salves’ and I move on. I am back in the wilderness again, running on my own, listening to 60s music and the gentle thud of my feet. I’d really hoped to be able to say good bye to a few of the usual folk I see, but I guess I will have to settle for saying ‘hello’ next year. I do hope Anouska and Albino, Babbo Natale and Dame Duvet have a lovely winter. this is my last Italian run for 2018, if I am lucky I will do two(possibly three) runs in Holland before returning home to London, to finish the challenge.

I wanted to reach 1750km by the end of October if I could, and I just about snuck over the line. More work to be done, but the finish line is getting that much closer…

Playlist

Ode To Billie Joe – Bobbie Gentry

White Room – Cream

Runaway – Del Shannon

Poetry In Motion – Johnny Tillotson

My Girl – The Temptations

Oh! Carol – Neil Sedaka

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling – The Righteous Brothers

Let’s Spend The Nigh Together – the Rolling Stones

The House Of The Rising Sun – The Animals

What Do You Want – Adam Faith

Take Good Care Of My Baby – Bobby Vee

Dream Lover – Bobby Darin

The Locomotion – Little Eva

Walkin’ Back To Happiness – Helen Shapiro

Blue Velvet – Bobby Vinton

Happy Together – The Turtles

Bye Bye Love, Wake Up Little Susie – The Everly Brothers

No Regrets, The Sun Ain’t Going To Shine Anymore – The Walker Brothers

That’s Life – Frank Sinatra

Chain Gang – Sam Cooke

Why Do Fools Fall In Love  – Frankie Lymon

Sherry – Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons

Be Bop A Lula – Gene Vincent

He’s So Fine – the Chiffons

Reet Petite – Jackie Wilson

Shout – Lulu

Tell Him – The Exciters

Sweet Little Sixteen – Chuck Berry

Leader Of The Pack – The Shangri Las

You Were Made For Me – Freddie and The Dreamers

Blue Bayou – Roy Orbison

Stats

Distance 10.77km

Time 1:23:42

Average Pace 7:46

Elevation Gain – 14 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1753.17

Kms To Go 264.83

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

25 Oct – There’s No Flies On Me

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‘Orrible little monster isn’t he?

This is a saying originating in Australia which means you are quick witted and alert. I wish in my case this was true –  when running I regularly attract my own posse of flies looking just like Pig Pen in the Snoopy cartoons. (Although he was carrying the dust and dirt of ancient civilisations)

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Today I needed to do 8km but didn’t necessarily need to be quick, although it would have helped avoid the flies. I hadn’t really planned my day well and was running in the afternoon, after cauliflower and truffle soup and some chapatis. This is not the balanced, light meal you should have before running, but it is very helpful at emptying the cupboards before an imminent departure back to the UK.

Mr JCR pointed out that the house stank of cabbage a bit like an old NHS institution, so maybe that was why the flies were following me around. Eau de brassica, clinging to my clothes…

With the institutional aroma accompanying me, I set off on my run – the usual route beckoned; Mill Lane, Lover’s Lane etc., but this time back to Argo’s Loop to include a there and back run on Laundry Lane. This I reckoned would get me just over the 8km mark. Blimey, well I can confirm that cauliflower and truffle soup sloshing about in your stomach is not conducive to creating record breaking runs.

The olive harvest is in full swing, and the fields are full of folk, nets, tractors, noise, and olive wobblers. I ran past one field and one of the pickers in our neighbour’s field shouted Brava Signora. I continued my run and met up with Argo (our dog share) on Laundry Lane –  he gave me a baleful look and carried on his own way towards home.

I then passed one of the small, local wineries where the owner and his dog were outside, watching the world go by. In truth the dog was peeing rather than people watching, but I did get a ‘Salve’ greeting from the winery owner, I waved and continued on, did a u-turn and came back – the dog was still peeing and that was 3kms later. He was tiny – a small Jack Russell, I don’t where he got the bladder capacity from. At this stage I was about 1km from doing my planned 8km, and was congratulating myself on not giving up, despite the gallons of soup making themselves felt. The light was fading somewhat and the flies were gathering, giving me nasty nips, reminding me that short sleeves are not a good idea at dusk.

I finished my run at just over the 8km and made my way home, where more flies awaited when I opened our bedroom window. At this time of year they seem to have a death wish and 20 or so committed hari-kiri on the bedroom floor.

Oh joy, I’d been stalked by flies on my run and now I had to clean them up too. However, there are no flies on Mr JCR when it comes to action – he swept into the room with his James Dyson mean machine and left no traces of the fly invasion.

It wasn’t a flying run – sorry – but it’s in the bag  and tomorrow I will not:-

  • have cauliflower and truffle soup for lunch
  • run after lunch
  • wear short sleeves

Playlist

Two Tone and Ska

Liquidator – Harry J Allstars

Ghost Town – The Specials

It Mek, 007, Israelites – Desmond Dekker

Police On My Back – Eddie Grant and The Equals

Carry Go Bring Come – Justin Hinds and the Dominoes

54-56 Was My Number, Monkey Man – Toots and The Maytals

Skinhead Moonstomp – Symarip

Housewive’s Choice – Derrick and Patsy

Rudi Got Married – Laurel Aitken

One Step Beyond, Al Capone – Prince Buster

The Tide is High – Blondie

House of Fun – Madness

Monkey Man – Amy Winehouse

My Boy Lollipop – Millie Small

Red Red Wine – Tony Tribe

Lip Up Fatty – Bad Manners

Let’s Do Rock Steady – The Bodysnatchers

Free Nelson Mandela – The Starlite Singers

Stats

Distance 8.41km

Time 1:02:02

Average Pace 7:22

Elevation Gain 78 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 1728.03

Kms to Run 289.97

 

 

 

 

 

24 Oct – 300 to go, 300 ago

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Yesterday’s rest day saw us bottle our green gold and we now have lots of extra virgin olive oil. Today’s non-rest day sees me running my planned 9km and then helping to take down two cherry trees.

Today’s prime target is to get over the 1718 km mark, leaving me fewer than 300 to go. I had a boost first thing when one of my fellow C25Kers slinkimalinki also sponsored my Alzheimer’s Challenge. With that lovely gesture at front of mind, I got out for my run.

I realised when I was out that to go over the 1718 mark leaves me with 300 kms to do, and my thoughts turned to the year 1718 – 300 years ago. I wondered what, if anything, happened on the day I hit 1718.

And the answer is not a lot; now in fairness recording of history then wasn’t in digital records, so I limited myself to a Dr Google search when I got back

Stede Bonnet, the famous English pirate (I’d never heard of him either) escaped from prison having being found guilty of piracy and sentenced to death. He was known as the gentleman pirate, having decided piracy was better paid than being a landowner. As I’ve already said olive oil farming isn’t likely to make you a packet of cash either, so maybe I should become a modern pirate. Jancanrob.com, a new website coming to you shortly… 🙂

My run took me through a well worn path as I knew exactly which route to take to make sure I met my target kms. Mill Lane, Lovers’ Lane, the Hill that Kills, The Bendy Scary Road. And to be honest it was a quiet run, except for a volley of shot gun fire – it is hunting season here and I saw one of the hunters who seemed to be empty handed. He saw me at  my 4km mark and said ‘Quante fatica’ or How Hard? Now in fairness, at this point I wasn’t exactly tonking it, but I did feel perfectly fine – maybe my face told a different story?

At 6kms I saw the smiley happy lady and we waved at each other from either side of the road. Then onto the War Of The Worlds Lane for my final 3kms – it was sunny, warm and utterly empty, until I saw one lone man, loping down the road.

He wasn’t a runner but a cool walker with a very laid back loping walk. He was walking faster than I imagined and it took me a little while to overtake him – when I did he said Brava Signora – little does he know I am a would be pirate in disguise.

He was safe today, as I had another target in mind. And it was done -10.09kms – that got me to 1719.62kms run. Just over the planned 1718. Maybe I would have done better looking at 1719s activities on Google instead. We will never know…

Playlist

From my Weather Playlist

Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol

Ice Ice Baby – Vanilla Ice

Misty Blue – Dorothy Moore

It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

Sunshine of Your Love – Cream

Something In The Air – Thunderclap Newman

Sunny – Boney M

Ain’t No Sunshine – Lighthouse Family

Purple Rain – His Purple Highness

Downpour – Backstreet Boys

Sunshine On Leith – The Proclaimers

On The Road Again – Canned Heat

Baby It’s Cold Outside – Menzel and Bublé

Cold as Ice – Foreigner

Bridge Over Troubled Water – Stormzy and Artists for Grenfell

Summer Breeze – Isley Brothers

Cold – Stormzy

Sunshine On A Rainy Day – Galimar

Sunday Morning – Maroon 5

I Can’t Stand The Rain – Ann Peebles

Stats

Distance 10.09km

Time 1:07:59

Average Pace 6:44

Elevation Gain 51 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1719.62

Kms To Run 298.38

 

22 Oct – Nearly Famous…

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In case anyone is wondering, this is not me. It’s Kim Kardashian in her workout gear. Some of you may know that my running is an attempt by me to:-

  • get fit/stay fit/don’t become a lard arse
  • become the older Kim Kardashian komplete with a Kardashian Kulo
  • and this year raise some funds for Alzheimer’s Research by running the year, that is 2018km

The first two points are of least importance obviously, but it seems that my attempt to raise funds for Alzheimer’s has been given a helping hand by Runner’s World magazine. In September, I had a photoshoot and interview with RW in central London, all about my Alzheimer’s Challenge – but I thought they’d decided against using it as I never heard any more. According to my running friend, it’s in the December edition and is a good piece with nice pics… One tiny issuette, I haven’t actually seen it, so my new found fame as a potential Kardashian is not quite working to my hugely thought out PR plan…

If my attempt to become a Kardashian is not up to much, then I am delighted to report that my attempts to run the year, now feel more tangible than they have done. I can see the outstanding kms reducing and it feels good.

Today was a planned recovery 5k. Mr JCR said it would be good to have some pics of me running and so I staged some running shots for him, before setting off on my ‘short/recovery’ 5k. Aah yes JCR, so caught up in my own photoshoot hype that I set off down the Bitch of a Pitch. That in itself isn’t the problem, but what goes down has to come back up and it’s just over 3kms downhill, which meant my ‘easy’ 5k now needed a 2km back up the hill and we live at about 250m above sea-level…

As you all know, organisational logic isn’t necessarily my strong suit, and I decided that I wouldn’t run back up the Bitch of a Pitch, but that I would take the long Laundry Lane route home, pretty much the same elevation just a longer winding route to do it. This became a striptease run, after 1km the hat came off – I’d forgotten it’s windier at the top of the hill – we’ve only had the house for 15 years, so you’d think I’d remember that fact! Doh.

Second km, the gloves came off, third kilometre the running jacket was removed and the hat and gloves secreted in its pockets. At Km 4 just starting in Laundry Lane I rolled up my running tights to just under knee level. My ‘look’ was nowhere near like KK’s in terms of chicness, and I wasn’t going to strip naked as she is famous for doing. Yes I looked like the older K Klan sister  who is hidden in the Kloset, to ensure the Kardashian brand isn’t tainted. Krappy Kardashian as I Kould be known was on the run in Laundry Lane.

Laundry Lane has a series of hairpins, that makes you feel as though it’s not too bad when you’re on it, but the fact remains you still have to do the climbing, albeit not at a 15% gradient. Trading the gradient for distance meant that my short 5km recovery run, became a slightly longer 7.6km run, gaining 146 metres in elevation (I walked the rest of the distance and height)

Still Krappy Kardashian was happy with the Klimb and it’s another chunk towards the challenge. And some of my lovely, lovely running Krew on Couch 25K have donated to the challenge and also one Mummycav cited me as being an inspiration to them. I’ll take that over being Krappy Kardashian any day.

To all my C25K buddies, including my very latest  and generous donors – helenwheels and tbae, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Playlist

This is from my animals oriented list dedicated to Sheps and Poppy Pug from C25K

Stray Cat Strut – Stray Cats

I’m Free – The Soup Dragons

Take It To The Limit – Eagles

All Together Now – The Farm

Money – The Flying Lizards

Dirty Harry – Gorillaz

Caravan of Love – Housemartins

Whatever It Takes – Imagine Dragons

Everybody’s Got To Learn Sometime – The Korgis

Dancing On The Ceiling – Lionel Ritchie

Daydream Believer – The Monkees

What Have I Done To Deserve This – Pet Shop Boys

Who Let The Dogs Out – Baha Men

Black Betty – Ram Jam Band

Can You Dig It? – The Mock Turtles

Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran

S-S-Single Bed – Fox

Eye Of The Tiger – Survivor

For Your Love – The Yardbirds

Stats

Distance 7.68km

Time 57:44

Average Pace 7:31

Elevation Gain 146 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1709.53

Kms To Run 308.47

 

 

 

21 Oct – Olive Oyl Runs Again

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There’s a tractor on our land and quite a bit of noise, this was our Sunday morning wake-up call. The harvest crew for the olives have arrived, with tractor, trailer, nets, air compressor, leaf wobblers – not sure the Italian word translates as well, and our ‘dog share’ Argo; he always likes to oversee any proceedings.

The usual faffing and prevarication prevailed, but I did go out. Day 2 – planned 9km. It’s a clear day, but not that warm yet, so long running tights and base layer are a must. Agree to meet Mr JCR at the coffee shop, so he can rescue me from the long walk back up the Bitch of a Pitch.

I take my usual route and it’s a busy day around here. The olive harvest is in full swing – to obtain the best certification for your oil, you have to harvest and press your olives within 24 hours, so the area is a hive of activity. We have about 40 trees and our yield of olives is a mysterious measure called a quintale. Our neighbour has 180 trees and he has only secured one quintale, we however  will have three or four. This is a great example of the vagaries of olive farming; our houses are separated by the width of a road, yet he has virtually none worth gathering. Olive farming is not a route to great profit.

I run past the olive mill in Mill Lane – usually silent, but today open and humming with a trailer of olive waste material growing in size as I run past. To Lovers’ Lane, where there are absolutely no lovers nor sign of life, I aim towards the Bendy Scary Road and coming towards me are a posse of older cyclists, all in club kit – a black and amber yellow combo. They are about six or seven in number and they shout buongiorno as they go past. Coming up the rear, is a man I recognise – this is the cyclist built for comfort and not speed – apparently he has joined the club and they have spoken to him about the dress code. Great joy, he was not wearing his transparent white cycling shorts, he was in all-concealing black. Never did I think I would be ecstatic at the sight of black cycling shorts…

I continued on the Bendy, Scary Road and a second cycling club came up the hill – the first person who passed me said – ‘Look it’s a woman running’ – yes he wins the Most Obvious Comment of the Day award – but a few of them said the same thing. I know there aren’t that many runners on a day to day basis, but the ones I do see in running clubs tend to be male, so maybe I am a rarer beast here than I thought.

Third cycling club of the day, much younger and they didn’t say a word, nor did they give me much room as they went past very speedily, but they were about 30 strong, riding three and four abreast. I think overall I prefer the older cyclists, they tend to be a little more courteous and friendly.

At the 7km mark, I turned off into War Of The Worlds Lane, here the pace slackened a bit and I took a gentle jogamble towards the end. There were many pedestrians here, dog walkers, pram walkers, and youngsters on their bikes, all taking advantage of an unexpectedly warmer Sunday than forecast. The great thing about having spectators when you run, is that it keeps your motivation high – you can’t slack or be tempted to stop when you have an audience.

Another lovely run, I’m glad to have got it in as the storm clouds are gathering and next week looks like shower dodging runs – I’d quite forgotten what rain looks and feels like. Oh and I just broke the 1700km mark. This Olive Oyl runner is definitely in need of some spinach, to give me some iron for the colder weather ahead, but maybe I’ll settle for the green gold of our olive oil instead, which is due to be milled tomorrow.

Playlist

Back To Black (twice) – Amy Winehouse

All She Wants Is (twice), Planet Earth – Duran Duran

It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

Temptation – Heaven 17

Night Fever – Bee Gees

Love’sUnkind – Donna Summer

She Sells Sanctuary – The Cult

All Stood Still – Ultravox

Baggy Trousers, Embarrassment – Madness

Be My Number Two (twice), Beat Crazy, (twice), Breaking Us In Two – Joe Jackson

Blasphemous Rumours – Depeche Mode

Enola Gay – OMD

Eternal Flame – The Bangles

Rumour Has It (twice) – Adele

Stats

Distance 10.04km

Time 1:08:40

Average Pace 6:50

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1701.85

Kms to Run 316.15