16 Jan – Running Within Two Tribes

Shiny hair, tanned, lithe, young - OMG

 

 

Although I am a fan of Frankie Goes To Hollywood – my era, my City of birth, the title relates to me running through two entirely different parts of London today.

I had a routine hospital appointment at Hampstead and decided after the appointment that I would run home, but a quick check on Dr Google’s Maps App made me realise it wasn’t a sufficient number of kms, for me to keep on track with my Alzheimer’s Challenge.

What to do?, well I thought I’d run to Marylebone to my hairdressers and book in a much-needed shzuzz (I don’t how you spell this word….) and then run home and that hopefully would get me to 10 or 11kms today.

Hampstead Hospital is more or less at the top of a hill and so my run back was mainly downhill, which was very helpful for a middle aged wheezing wreck, with a very runny nose accompanying her today. Hampstead is full of yummy mummies, pushing Bug a Boos, the mums wearing Nike Roshe trainers, Sweaty Betty yoga leggings and lush parkas. I was running down Haverstock Hill, near the Belsize Park tube station and I counted six Yummys before I hit the bottom of the hill.

Hampstead then morphs into Camden, and here the vibe changes, it’s a little more edgy, multi-cultural, and a hell of a lot younger than this middle aged wheezing lady. I ran past the Roundhouse – there the one and only gig I’ve been to was seeing Erasure a few years ago. I made a mental note to see who and what is on again, for the next time I’m feeling ‘edgy’. Past Regents Canal and the shops are definitely more youthful and I am making the average age soar as I run through. Next on the cards Euston Station, hmmm, what can you say about a railway station? Nothing much except as ever any side of a rail station is always the wrong side of the tracks, I schlep quickly along here and am just about hitting the 5km mark. The Euston Road is notoriously bad for traffic and pollution so I skip across towards Gordon Square and make my way uptown to Marylebone High Street.

Aaah, we are amongst the Yummys once more, only even more well heeled here than in Hampstead. I drop off into see Richard the man who does the shzuzzing, and he does a double take at my appearance. At best, I think I may look like a pink faced ninja, in my all black ensemble (I ditched the fluoro today in favour of City neutrals). At worst, well judge for yourselves…

He uttered those words I never want to hear again ‘mmm Jan, an interesting look’. Interesting is definitely ‘Richard code’ for ‘wtf do you look like?’, which to be honest is similar to my Italian friend Gessica’s statement of ‘particolare’ which means particular. Two different tribes entirely; an English hairdresser and an Italian molto chic, working mum, but both in their own ways, use words to devastating effect. And I thought today, Gessica would probably have looked at me and said ‘particolare’.

Today, I started off in Yummy Mummy territory, where I sort of matched with my leggings and Sweaty Betty top, but this was all early on in the run – no-one gave me a second glance in Camden, anonymous middle-aged lady wearing sweaty running kit ‘nothing to see here folks’. And then my image took a huge tumble in the Really Yummy Mummy territory of Marylebone, where I stood out for all the wrong reasons.

It certainly gave me impetus to run out of there towards home, where thankfully there aren’t quite so many Yummys in residence. Today I was part of the running, sweaty, edgy tribe. Next week when I return to Marylebone, I think I need to up my game, and go for Yummy status, if indeed that is possible at my age and wear and tear.

Playlist

Jean Genie – David Bowie

Scooby Snacks – Fun Loving’ Criminals

Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode

Oh Woman Oh Man – London Grammar

Maid of Orleans – OMD

Jenny Was A Friend of Mine – The Killers

Dreaming Of Me – Depeche Mode

Let’s Spend The Night Together – David Bowie

Cant Stop The Feeling – Justin Timberlake

Mulder and Scully – Catatonia

Fuck You – Cee Lo Green

Locomotion – OMD

Just Can’t Get Enough – Depeche Mode

Love In Itself – Depeche Mode

Get Back – The Beatles

Let’s Spend The Night Together – David Bowie

5:15 The Angels Have Gone  – ditto

By The Way – Red Hot Chilis

Tired of Waiting For You – The Kinks

Geno – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

David Watts – The Jam

Ghost Town – The Specials

Just Another Nervous Wreck – Supertramp

The Only Living Boy In New York – Everything But The Girl

Don’t Need The Sunshine – Catatonia

Animal Farm – Madness

Stats

Distance 12.38km

Time 91.21 mins

Average Pace 7:35 (mins km)

Elevation Gain 28 m

Yummy Mummies Hampstead 6

Yummy Mummies Marylebone  – way too many to count

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Km’s To Date = 55.66

Kms to Do 1962.34 (hey ho, it’s not getting any easier!)

 

 

 

 

12 January – Goosey, Goosey Gander…

where shall I wander? Not sure I remember the rest of the nursery rhyme, but wandering was on the cards. Today is  billed by the media as ‘quitters’ day’ – the day when most of us stop doing the New Year’s Resolution or Resolutions we made on the first of January.

Isn’t it a depressing thought that most of our committed thoughts can only last 12 days? I read the newspaper article and realised that yesterday was strictly speaking my run day. I hadn’t run….boo hiss.

Today therefore no excuses – I had to get out. Now I had a planned set of activities this morning, and my run was scheduled for this afternoon. With my running for Alzheimer’s I have to do about 37 km a week and I started one week behind in the New Year, so straight away I am in deficit. Not to worry, I can catch that up I think…

I left to my new playlist ‘Keep Running, Keep Smiling’ playlist on Spotify. I decided once more to head to the river, now I could be virtuous and say I’d run the hills in Hampstead, but my distance challenge is a challenge in itself without me adding in hills. To the river it was… I skipped through St Paul’s churchyard and headed down towards the West before turning back up to the famous now non wobbly bridge and headed West again. On Tuesday I ran past a man playing a flaming tuba, today he was nowhere to be seen. The Southbank was busy, so was scooting between people and trying to avoid being in shot on people’s pics. Today the London Eye wasn’t barricaded, so I was able to run cleanly through to Westminster Bridge. I thought briefly of running through Westminster but the crowds were horrendous, so I turned tail towards St Thomas’s Hospital and ran back towards the East. Passing the National Theatre, Johnny Nash singing ‘There Are More Questions Than Answers’ was fading out and I did wonder why the Christmas Carousel was still in pride of place. That’s one question unanswered, the second was ‘what on earth is a goose doing strolling on Southbank?’

A very confident goose, was walking towards me; I had a choice – hope I could get past him and the oncoming lady, or try and avoid him, by running across him. As I understand it geese can be diva like in their temperaments, but he was fine, nary a glance in my direction. Maybe he was blinded by my fluoro top, or astounded at the speed… Back towards the Tate and I kept on running as the Spencer Davis Group exhorted me to, and this time no security guards told me off.

We used to live in Clerkenwell in a place called Brewery Square, which was often mistaken by cab drivers for the other Brewery Square in South London, so I decided to head there, it’s not that far from Tower Bridge, so I thought I might be able to do a 9/10km run, which would be fab. I ran on into the original Brewery Square – not much going on and headed out finally to the New Caledonian Wharf, where to be honest I was getting a bit tired.

I decided just to keep running until my ‘Mrs Overall’ running style paid a visit. Back towards City Hall, Charlotte Gainsbourg was singing Rest and I sure needed one, she was followed smartly by Under Pressure, and I was feeling it, so headed on up to London Bridge for home. The theme to the Pink Panther was playing and I was neither panthering nor padding along. My feet were hitting the ground like a mini elephant, at that point ‘Happy’ by Pharrell came on – that gave me a mini boost. Just shy of home, my battery pack ran out and the little legs would go no further. But what a result, my furthest run (ever, I think) a shade over 13k.

As I turned the corner for home, The Streak by Ray Stevens came on, there was no chance of me streaking anywhere at this point. But job done, I didn’t quit on quitters’ day. Nor did loads of my buddies on C25K either.

Playlist (not necessarily in order, this is as I can remember them)

Ju Ju Man – Dave Edmunds

Gotta Keep Smiling – Scouting For Girls

Nowhere Fast – Eminem F. Kehlani

The Rock Steady Crew – The Rock Steady Crew

One Step Beyond – Prince Buster

Easy – Commodores

Running’ Down A Dream – Tom Petty

Tiger Feet – Mud

Compression – Digilio and Accorsi

Marathon – Rush

There Are More Questions Than Answers – Johnny Nash

Keep On Running – Spencer Davis Group

Smile – Lily Allen

Question – The Moody Blues

Snail – The Smashing Pumpkins

Miami Vice Theme – Jan Hammer

Tread Softly – Tiny Ruins, Hamish Kilgour

The Winner – Status Quo

Ice, Ice Baby – Vanilla Ice

Rest – Charlotte Gainsbourg

Pink Panther Theme – Henry Mancini

Under Pressure – Queen and David Bowie

Happy – Pharrell

The Streak – Ray Stevens

Statistics

Distance 13.32 km

Time 1:27:15

Average Pace 6:33 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 115 metres

Goose – 1

Middle Aged Nose Blowing – 6

Alzheimer’s Challenge

34.28 km to date

1983.72 km to do.

 

 

 

 

 

November 14 – Anyone got a cure for????

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Runner’s fluff?

Eeuugghh, I know it sounds gross, I’ve never had it before and it came as a big shock I can tell you. Happily de-sausaging before having a shower, I came across black fluff, all over my top half and in crevices I didn’t know I had..

Now this is a new thing, I’ve read about exercises for avoiding runner’s knee, Achilles’ problems, and many other ailments, but there doesn’t seem to be anything on Dr Google about runner’s fluff…

If it’s not too nasty for you, this is the issue; I have a new hooded running top, which I am guessing may be designed to be worn over a base layer. Trouble is I get too hot if I wear that many layers, so I go more or less ‘au naturel’ , well Berlei Shock Absorber first, then the hoodie. After an hour or so of being out in the London Autumn air, some of the hoodie decides to run off it onto me. Hence runner’s fluff.

Possible solutions:- clingfilm, naked running, base layer, dump the hoodie.

I am thinking clingfilm may help with the fluff, but not the heat. Naked running – there isn’t any one who deserves that, base layer – same problem as the cling film. Dump the hoodie – this sounds like an aggressive anti- ASBO person strategy. Don’t feel inclined to dump the hoodie, as I bought two of them, so am thinking this winter, I will be a runner’s fluff sufferer.

Today’s cheeky 5k, was all about getting out and doing some speedier work. Except I forgot about people being in the City and also traffic lights… So I bombed off around the City, chased after a rather cute man in a Vanarama tee shirt. I don’t need a van, but if he is hiring them, then I am happy to consider it 🙂 Shortly after Mr Universe ran past, I found I was quite thirsty and the above fountain appeared at the right time, although sadly I wasn’t able to drink from it.

Today was the running day when all the male runners were either booted and suited, and scurrying into offices or wearing tee shirts and shorts. I only saw one fellow running female and she was in running tights and a jacket like me. I gave her the thumbs up and continued on.

Didn’t manage to break any records today, but that’s okay I can try again another day. And if Mr Vanarama acts as my pacemaker, I think I’ll be faster.

Playlist

Money, Money, Money – Abba

Mamma Mia – Abba

Dancing Queen – Abba

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Runnin’ Down a Dream – Tom Petty

Talk Talk – Talk Talk

I Ran – A Flock of Seagulls

Talk Talk – Talk Talk (I know user malfunction!)

I Ran – A Flock of Seagulls (I know user malfunction!)

Lose Yourself – Eminem

Dreaming of Me – Depeche Mode

Statistics

Distance 5.34km

Time 33.34 mins

Average Pace 6.16 mins/km

Fastest km 5.53

Fluff Collected – too much!

New Banksy in Town – 12 November

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It is Armistice Sunday and about 8amish, Mr JCR is in a tailspin, this time he was re-enacting the opening scene in Four Weddings and a Funeral, he had set his alarm to get up and out for a ride, meeting his fellow cyclists at a park in North London. It seems there was a technical failure between his head and the phone, and thus no alarm. Lots of frantic running around ensued, by a swift espresso (him) a kiss good bye (him to me) then a nice snuggle under the duvet (me). The great thing about being a runner is unless you’re on an organised gig, then you can just go out when you choose. So I chose not to get up, but snuggle down and read the C25K Forum posts, because lots of plucky folk are doing the poppy runs today.

One mug of tea later, I finally surfaced and started getting out the running layers, we’d been warned today was going to be colder, so I tiptoed onto the balcony (please don’t get any ideas of grandeur here, it’s all of about 2 feet wide…) in my jammies, and yup it’s brass monkey weather.

I had set myself a goal of doing my third 10K run today, but yesterday whilst walking I could feel my right hamstring pulling a bit, so was unsure if I’d be okay. Still nothing ventured…

Appropriately dressed like a ninja, all black with just a hint of fluoro today, I donned my sexy Saucony’s and gasped as the air cut through. I was glad of my hat and gloves, started my warm off walk towards the City. I love running through the City at the weekend, because it’s usually so quiet compared to during the week and it’s like a secret place, where not many folk venture. But of course today is different, I passed many roadblocks and policemen with sub-machine guns, but far more encouragingly loads and loads of folk wearing their poppies with pride, some formally dressed in overcoats, shirts and ties, some with medals, some not. It wasn’t quite the sea of poppies that the Tower of London had a couple of years back, but still a lovely sight.

I ran towards the Tower and it was very very busy, so I hightailed it back to the City, after needing to strip off the jacket, hat and gloves as I was getting a bit warm. Running along Tower Hill, ‘fag ash Lil’ as she shall be known,  turned around from admiring the Trinity Square Gardens and tipped her fag ash over my leg, as I was running past. She did look somewhat sheepish afterwards and on a positive note at least she didn’t try to stub it out on me.

I continued back to the City, along Eastcheap – even more policemen, more road blocks and more sub-machine guns. Did a quick whizz along Cannon Street and headed towards the Guildhall – from a distance it had many flags hanging in the courtyard and barriers around. So I asked  a very nice young policeman if it was okay to run there, and he said yes there was no activity there today. It certainly is true when policemen all look young, you know you’re old….

At this point, it suddenly occurred to me that actually rather than just do the 10k today, I should try and do 11K, before 11am. My own mini tribute. I continued on into the City, past my old office no problem at all, past the Modern Pantry restaurant – much harder! – they do mean cocktails for Sunday mornings, and I have to say a cocktail would have been very welcome at that point. Continued up and past Moorfields Eye Hospital and up the City Road, coming in the opposite direction a sassy dude. We ‘met’ at a road junction and just as The Supremes were starting Nathan Jones, he crossed the road by doing a pirouette in the middle – obviously a Strictly fan!

Up to Angel Islington, and back down St John Street – I passed a few fellow runners here, some nods and smiles and I continued on towards Smithfield Market, overtaking a Liam Gallagher lookalike. Running through the ‘Top Gear’ tunnel, I noticed that loads of folk were taking selfies in front of the newest Banksy – it appeared I think on Friday night. This one is painted on acetate, so maybe he’s making them portable now? Just after hitting the 10k mark, I did  a wider loop to finish at our local coffee shop ‘Fix’ in Whitecross Street and at about 10.50am on Armistice Sunday, I clocked 11.11km – spooky!

Well done to all the poppy runners today, I promise to be in your number next year.

Playlist

Andy, You’re A Star – The Killers

Ben – Michael Jackson

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

Denis – Blondie

Goodbye Earl – Dixie Chicks

Frankie –  Sister Sledge

Geno – Dexys Midnight Runners

Diary of Horace Wimp – ELO

Ivan Meets GI Joe – The Clash

Jackie Wilson Said – Dexys Midnight Runners

Song for Keith – Mike Strickland

Louie Louie – The Kingsmen

Mickey – Toni Basil

Nathan Jones – The Supremes

Oliver’s Army – Elvis Costello

Peter Gunn Theme – The Blues Brothers

The Mighty Quinn – Manfred Mann

Rudy – Supertramp

Girls and Boys – Blur

Telegram Sam – T Rex

Sharp Dressed Man – ZZ Top

Stats

Time 1.12.55

Distance 11.11km

Average Pace 6.33 (min/km)

Fastest Split 6.04

Squats – 3 x 15 sets of reps

Poppies – too many to count, but enough to appreciate

 

Dodging Human Road Blocks – 11 November

IMG_0951Yesterday, I was supposed to run, but I wantonly ignored Mr Smooth’s date invitation and instead ‘treated’ myself to a day in London’s West End, to do a bit of Christmas Shopping. I had totally forgotten what a complete and utter fart it is to get around London – having taken the tube to Great Portland Street, my first human road block encountered was ‘selfish mum with pram’.

Before hundreds of mums rush to roar (unlikely this is not mumsnet), there was a reason why I tag this lady as ‘selfish’ she was pushing the pram on the pavement/sidewalk, and it was one of those larger buggy types, but she was pushing it in what I can only describe as side-saddle walking. She wasn’t behind the buggy in-line, she was taking up two person width on the pavement, as she pushed her buggy from the side of it. We don’t have the benefit of sweeping boulevards and generous pavements in dear old medieval street plan London, so I admit to snarling at her, as I sidestepped into the road. Grrrr.

Calm restored, I walked towards Harley Street en-route to Marylebone High Street, this is one of the more civilised shopping streets, nowhere near as big as its cousins Oxford and Regent Streets, so a lot easier to get around. I hunted down my quarry in fact quarries. I was shopping posh – Lululemon and Sweaty Betty, here I come for sassy, sexy running tops and jazzy leggings.

Aha slight problem, Lulelemon’s stuff is all rather classy shades of nothing, murky blue nothing, murky dark grey nothing and murky light grey nothing. I wanted bright, I needed fluoro. Clearly I am not the murky type – me and Lululemon parted company, still on friendly terms but no way BFF terms. Next stop Sweaty Betty, I had seen on the web a rather nice tangerine hoodie, but I did want to see it for real rather than a photo. So in I popped to SB… mmm murky nothingness is evidently the look for City based runners, no sign of the tangerine, closest we got was a rather sombre teal coloured top. Something else they called a tiger pattern, but it was a bit too much like Kelloggs Frosties for me, so I shuffled out of there too…

In a shuffling mode, I then met my next human road block, only this time it was two women chatting away merrily. I was behind them and they uncannily managed to move exactly the direction I wanted to take to pass them. I didn’t growl because it was quite funny, acting as their shadow I moved to the right and so did they, I then tried the left and they shifted back to the left. In the end I road-surfed for overtaking purposes.

Finally, in another shop (who have a running clothing range collaboration with New Balance) I was walking up the stairs to get to the range and hit another human roadblock coming down the stairs. We both mirrored each others’ moves and did a daft dance on the stairs and laughed – then she said ‘I love your coat, it’s beautiful’. Even though I can be a very stroppy cow at times, I would have to be a monster to be tetchy with a lady who said that…

On to today’s run, I had decided just a cheeky 5k, as I am going to go for the magic 10k on Sunday. I am trying to improve my 5k times, but it does seem that I can’t sustain a sub 6 minutes km, still a run is a run is a run. Out on my warm up walk towards the City, listening to Elvis Costello and his Angel wanting to wear red shoes, I realised I hadn’t actually started Map My Run – I have a love/hate relationship with the app. I really dislike the mechanical voice lady who prompts you to start your exercise and then tells you your times. I love the way it integrates with my iphone playlists and music library, but hate the way it won’t integrate to Spotify, so I have to listen to my Spotify playlists sequentially to recall all the music. And the music is an important distraction for me, otherwise I get caught up in times and distances.

Today I can’t blame MMR, it was my own Stupid Tart Syndrome hitting again! Ho hum, after restarting I went on my merry way to the world famous Silicon Roundabout – the throbbing hub of the UK technology scene! It is just a roundabout, with lots of coffee shops and young people carrying Apple tech with them. Having been to Silicon Valley many times, this roundabout is going to have to grow some to be a competitor. I ran past Moorfields eye hospital, along the City Road and up towards Angel Islington. Pavements were a little greasy and I was glad I was wearing my grippier Brooks Defyance today, although they did get splotted by some water from a puddle I misjudged. Ugh, wet feet running – not my favourite pastime. A much fitter runner coming towards me and in shorts – blimey he was brave.

Then from Angel Islington, back towards old friendly territory, down St Johns Street, I hook a right turn onto Clerkenwell Road, skipping through quite a few up/down ramps, scaffolding poles etc., as there’s quite a lot of development going on here. Took a left to Turnmill Street, passed the old site of the So Solid Crew Shooting, to Cow Cross Street and along Smithfield to Farringdon Road, which changes its name to Farringdon Street when it hits the City of London. On the homebound streak now, on Queen Victoria Street heading towards St Pauls and I hit 5.5km. That’s enough for today, so I unplug and walk merrily home. And I notice that whilst yesterday I was dodging human road blocks, that today not one, no dodging, cursing or laughing necessary. That’s probably a record.

Playlist

The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes  – Elvis Costello and the Attractions

Purple Rain – His Royal Highness the Purple One

Blue Monday 88 – New Order

Golden Brown – The Stranglers

Golden Years – David Bowie

Raspberry Beret – His Royal Highness the Purple One

Blue Suede Shoes – Elvis

White Wedding – Billy Idol

Cream – His Royal Highness the Purple One

Back to Black – Amy Winehouse

Being Beige – Smashing Pumpkins

Brown Sugar – D’Angelo

Forever in Blue Jeans – Neil Diamond

Yellow Submarine – The Beatles

Stats

Distance 5.5km

Time 34.11

Average Pace 6.12 mins/km

Fastest Km 5.34mins

Human Roadblocks – Thursday 3 – Friday 0

Squats – 3x sets of  15 reps

Munchkin amongst the Giants – 4 November

 

Saturday morning in a cool (effing freezing really) morning in Arnhem, I am feeling smug and perky. Smug because despite the temptation to drink Friday night with our friends, I didn’t and was a goody two shoes. Perky, because I didn’t have a hangover…

Shod in my new Brooks trainers and fluoro running tights, I was as wrapped up as I could be. Ouch the cold hurt, so I began my warm up walk towards the parkland. I ran towards the scene of Friday’s night 6 course meal, pre dinner gin and tonics pictured…, with me sporting twangy hair due to the humid conditions. I started my run and passed two people walking, totally forgetting I was in Holland, I said thank you when they let me past. Oh well my “danke je”, could wait until the next overtakee….

At the next turn I was in the parkland proper, the sunlight streaming behind me and I could hear a very loud pounding behind me, and a rather large shadow loomed over me. Fact: The Dutch are the tallest people in the world with a male average of 1.838m – that is a smidgeon over 6ft and female of 1.699m that is about 5ft 7inches. I am 5ft 4, that’s 1.635. I was a little trepidatious to say the least, my heart was pounding more than a little… then I was overtaken by a man who I reckon was just under 2 metres tall. The BFG overtook me and said Hey, so I acted cool and said hey back. Not an axe murderer then…

A fairly gentle run ensued, I passed two women walking who looked very much alike, and yes they were taller than me. In truth I was partially lost, in that where I thought I was going wasn’t actually where I was, so I continued on and found a memorial near the Arnhem cemetery. It’s nice being a Brit in Holland and especially in Arnhem, due to Operation Market Garden. I took a minute to pay my respects and ran back to the parkland; coming towards me one man, fair hair, tall and glasses and  his twin running behind him. First twin was Mr Grumpy or maybe he didn’t see me through his misted up glasses, second twin was Mr Happy and smiled and said Hey, so I did too… At this point the Isley Brothers were singing Summer Breeze, and I was feeling a bit of a breeze as my new running tights were slipping a little lower than wanted! An inelegant adjustment later, I was trucking along nicely to Boogie Shoes, and came across the horse stables, were the horses were chowing down, stopped to take a pic and carried on.

At this point I realised I might just be able to manage the 10k, I was quite slow and plodding, but continued on, oh and uphill too. Arnhem I think must have the majority of the hills in Holland. On the home strait, and coming the other way were the slim, tall, bespectacled twins. This time I got grins and hands up from both, a final push down the central runway and back again, and I hit 10.4km. Brilliant, a really happy runner am I. So to the warm down walk and as I crossed the road, I saw another set of twins this time on bikes.

Today was the day I set out as a single, dark haired munchkin runner and was overtaken by many tall blond giants. Oh and I kept on seeing double… is Arnhem the Dutch capital for twins?

This was also my inaugural run with the retro runners Glam Polly 2810 playlist, on Spotify.

Playlist

My Coo Ca Choo – Alvin Stardust

Devil Gate Drive – Suzi Quatro

Metal Guru – T Rex

Kung Fu Fighting – Carl Douglas

Tiger Feet – Mud

D.I.S.C.O. – Ottawan

War – Edwin Starr

Lady Marmalade – Patti Labelle

Gonna Make You A Star – David Essex

See My Baby Jive – Wizzard

Band On The Run – Wings

Boogie Oogie Oogie – A Taste Of Honey

Waterloo – Abba

All The Young Dudes – Mott The Hoople

Sylvia’s Mother – Doctor Hook

Amarillo – Tony Christie

I Feel Love – Donna Summer

Roll Over Beethoven – ELO

December 1963 – Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons

Baker Street – Gerry Rafferty

So You Win Again – Hot Chocolate

Summer Breeze – The Isley Brothers

Boogie Shoes – KC And The Sunshine Band

Walk On The Wild Side – Lou Reed

Silver Lady – David Soul

You Won’t Find Another Fool Like Me – The New Seekers

Night Fever – Bee Gees

Stats 

Distance 10.46km

Time 1:21:04

Average Pace 7:44 mins km

Elevation Gain 108 metres (who knew that was even possible!)

Twins – 3 sets

 

Running Naked In The Forest – 2nd November

 

It was Halloween and we arrived at our friends’ house in Arnhem, we placed the two eyeballs on the front porch and rang the doorbell…. may I remind you that we are in fact slightly older than the normal 8 year old trick and treater.

We hid around the corner, heard the door open and I am sure our friend J called us wankers… Undeterred Mr JCR rang the bell again and we had to explain that there were two eyeballs on the ground. Epic fail on trick or treating – I think now we need to grow up a little. Then followed a very nice evening, food eaten, drinks drunk, and plans made for the next few days.

Next morning, I am not so quite bright and beautiful, nor early, but that was normal, we had travelled many miles and had a late night. Up and out to Arnhem, to do some runner shopping. In fact two pairs of trainers, two running tops, socks and pair of thermal running tights later, we returned to our friends for lunch and another glorious dinner with wine and cheese and wine and cake and so on. Also a small matter of meeting the PR lady from the ALS association in Holland to discuss our 2020 fund raising plan. More of that on a dedicated post another time…, as it warrants a lot of explanation and its own airtime.

So this morning, after having asked the Health Unlocked crew which trainers I should try for my run, it was a unanimous vote for the marine blue and citron Saucony.

Our friend G very kindly showed me where to run, as I am notorious for having little/no sense of direction. It all looked fine, I wanted to run for about 5k to run in the new trainers and be careful because of recent stupid tart syndrome injuries. The marine blue flashed in the sunlight and I ran down the tree lined avenue into a glorious parkland, met by many dog walkers, some walkers and  couple of cyclists. I did have a small flash of worry when I saw a lone man walking towards me with his dog, but when he got closer I reckoned I could outrun him anyway. Poor man, he had no idea that when he was out walking his pooch, a random English runner was looking at him sizing him up to see if she could outrun him in the case of him attacking her. The run was slow, getting used to new trainers and  trail terrain meant I didn’t feel very confident to belt along, but it was a lovely day, my trainers were fine and as you see the view of the trail was fantastic. The Boss chimed up “ I took a wrong turn and I just kept going” which was what I did next. My scheduled run route was supposed to be at a close but I was nowhere near my target 5k so I kept going until I hit 6, in my sexy Sauconys.

I got home and relayed my run to our friend G who said it was a great place to run especially for single females as it’s  very safe. So I felt really happy, then G follows it up with “ but there was one time when J (his wife) was running and thought she saw a naked man in the forest. It was summer, she blinked and looked again and sure enough it was a naked man. So she turned and ran away as fast as she could”. That surely is a way of getting a PB!

I had always read a lot about naked running, but I thought it meant running without music or any distractions, now I know it means (in Holland) that you truly run butt-naked…

Playlist

Map My Run didn’t record, but definitely

Thriller – Michael Jackson

Hungry Heart – The Boss

Lose Yourself – Eminem

Stats

Distance 6.87km but only 6 running

Time 54.27

Average Pace 7.55 mins/km

Naked Men – none.