one week to go

Recent efforts have been on cycling after I somehow got shamed talked into signing up for a London to Brighton ride. 

Those three training months have shot by like a svelte and jaunty cheetah, however my training levels are still in the back with the sloths wondering if there is any more coffee. Yes there was a chest infection and an unavoidable weekend with inlaws and more time to visit my Nan and plenty of other reasons but at the moment it is apparent that I should have made up for a lot more of those missed weekends with wet wednesday nights than I did. 

I made 18 miles last weekend, with a fair amount of footfall up the minor hilly bits and felt like crap for two days afterwards, which is not encouraging. What is encouraging is that by sharing my reservations, I have discovered power gels and given up calorie counting for a little while. Don’t be cycincised by the hype people, The Bonk exists.

58 miles is a long ass way, and I’m kind of frightened. Mostly frightened of looking a fat lazy tool infront of many a work superior. Frightened also of doing myself a mischief. Frightened of letting down my sponsors and yes, frightened of the South Bastard Downs. 

On the plus side, I can pretty comfortably bang out ten miles these days and my derrière is now desensitised to the stabbing butt bone pain of being in the saddle. And the skinny young blonde thing also on team has trained less than I have so maybe all isn’t lost. That’s a nice way of saying maybe I will come second to last. Maybe. 

But there’s nothing for it really, we’re going, so Good Friday is starting for me with a planned 20 miles around the estuary coast of this end of Essex starting with Mersea. 

BTW if you feel for my plight, or have a pound you would only otherwise spend on sinful activity, why not sponsor me by clicking here

Tonight it was wet and windy. I was tired and grumpy from work and my ears were stinging from coming home in the cold.
I got in, I got changed, I sneaked a spoonful of peanut butter and I went out in the cold dark wet for a run.

If I achieve nothing else in 2014 I am satisfied with this victory over my own laziness.

something I wrote a while ago on my page, all of it still true!

jenwithpinktoes:

  1. They will give you free water every few miles, there’s no need to carry any
  2. 26.2 miles is actually 42KM, 138336 feet or 46112 yards. It’s a really long way.
  3. Take your best friend with you, they will cheer you on, say funny stuff and share in your achievement
  4. You are not going to do it in…

A year on.

Yeah, it’s a year this month since I joined the gym, I thought a little reflection might be in order. 

Well I’ve learned plenty and am doing nothing like the work outs I started with a year ago. I never splashed out on the personal training sessions or anything, I just watched, and I read and I researched and more than anything I tried. I tried new stuff, old stuff, strength camp stuff, yoga stuff. I did mixed cardio and light resistance high reps. I did high intensity interval training. I did body weight stuff, I ran, I lifted, I jogged, I inclined. 

Now, a year on, I have a much better handle on my diet which is a big part of everything but I have to confess, this has only been in full force the last couple of months. According to the scales my weight went way up then back down again but my clothes fit better, I can walk up that bitch of a hill after work every night without stopping (or sometimes even noticing) and after a couple of billion squats I’m starting to see signs of having some kind of butt. Yay. My road running is still pretty much shit, due to achey knees and a frankly poor attitude to going out after work. It’s too cold/hot/humid/rainy. You know how it goes. I have much less pain from my duff foot-leg-hip combo too which is a massive plus, and a motivator as if I lay off the workouts I start to feel the old twinges pretty quickly.

I’ve learned that a work out doesn’t wipe out the after effects of a pizza and that a good play list is essential to success.

I’ve learned that I hate HIIT and exercise bikes.

I’ve learned I can get through a lot more body weight exercises than I thought I could and that crunches are for pussies.

I’ve learned that squats are amazing and no matter how daft you look, you should do them. 

My biggest lesson right now, and the one I will carry with me into year two is that if you can lift a weight through more than 6 reps, you need to be lifting more weight. Because you wont get bulky, you wont suddenly hulk out overnight, and you wont look like a dude. You will get stronger, and you will see much faster improvement than you imagine. Maybe not for everyone but I also feel physically better after a good weights session, much more so than after a similar cardio session. 

So onward we go. I could have done better but I still feel I’ve done well. I don’t have a work out buddy any more (though The Boy is often in attendance at the same gym at the same time) and although the camaraderie was nice it’s maybe better this way. Get in and get on then get out. 

My September 2014 goals? To be running a comfortable two miles outside, to have mastered deadlifts and to have the kind of ass one would expect from 1000+ squats a month. No more weight or size goals, that just makes me too sad. I’ve even taken some undies shots to monitor my progress and no, I’m not going to post them until I have some more flattering ‘after’ shots!

Interesting evidence in the water battle.

I always tell myself oh water retention, muscle repair and all that when I have an unfair unexpected gain or no loss. Not sure I’ve ever believed it. 

Recent consultation of the MFP masses gave the advice that my sodium was high and my carbs were low and maybe my work outs weren’t that effective. The general advice- eat a little more, worry a little less, lift a little heavier. 

What. Ever. 

So Friday I had a big fat beef sandwich (granary, naturally) AND a yum yum or two. Such decadence! I stated within my new higher allowance, didn’t work out and hated myself a little bit but only a little bit. 

Friday night I must have got up five times to pee. At least. Like, racehorse pees. 

Saturday weigh in, 3/4 of a kilo down. Not seen a loss like this months, was thrilled because yeah, I’ve been doing it right, I deserve a result. Saturday I proteined up for breakfast then forgot about anything else and had a low blood sugar slump grump at the boyfriend around lunch. We ate. We went to the gym. I traded in my big sets of low weights for the 5x5 routine- 5 sets of 5 reps at a weight that makes 5 reps a struggle. Totally strange and a wake up on how easy I have been taking it recently. Mr being there also really helped as he dragged me over to try the assisted dips/chin ups thing that I’ve always had the fear of. I also have zero upper body strength so this could do me some good, and now I can do it and enjoy it so yay for that. 

Squats, lunges, planks and and a 2k run, it felt good and we went out for ribs to celebrate recharge. 

This morning, I hurt in the shoulders and I’m 1.1kg up on yesterday. Do I hate myself? No. Do I think that is all due to one rack of ribs that the boy had to finish and a load of chips? No. 

That’s water, flooding my muscles for repair and it will go again. I’m doing this right, and today I feel great. It’s a little victory I felt like sharing. 

A harsh truth, lightly told. I like it. 

Update of sorts

I have neglected this blog. Yeah, I’m always saying that! But anyway, what’s been happening?

I’m about 3kg down since Easter, which is good I suppose but nowhere near as much as I have been aiming for. For the most part I’ve been getting two reasonable gym sessions in per week but the road running has stopped again due to recurrence of previously documented spaz leg issues. I feel fitter, my measurements are slowly going down and I’m sticking to a lower carb diet and I’d say my eating is clean 90% of the time. 

I’m maybe not drinking enough water, need to up that. 

Oh, I’m also as depressed as hell :-/ Like, random bursting into tears for no reason depressed. Yes life is slow and I’m broke and I hate my job and I’m starting to hate everyone around me who has something I don’t. Yes I’m feeling bitter and childish. I want a holiday and some new clothes (in a smaller size that I actually fit into) and a new bed and some fun stuff to look forwards to. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh. 

Maybe it is the standard blues that kick in around this time every year with the impending doom approach of my birthday. Yes another July marker to reflect back on a year of pretty much zero achievement. I don’t know why I always feel like this about it, needless to say I have issues. 

Issues that I need to pack in my gym bag I think and sorry about on a treadmill. Feeling like crap about my life on the sofa is one thing. Feeling like crap about my life and losing 300 calories at the same time is something else entirely. Need to move. 

But I know some things are improving, just slowly slowly. 

That wasn’t very inspiring was it?

Couch to 5k

Back to the road running attempts. Started tonight with the nhs couch to fivek podcast programme as it was recommended to help my pacing.
Nice little episode, warm up then sixty second run followed by ninety second power walk. Times eight.Didn’t really tax me too much as I tend to do fifteen to twenty mins at a time on the treadmill but I still felt it.
So did my knee :-\ ice packs for now but I’d recommend this for people starting or returning to running.
It’s called the Nhs couch to 2k, free on iTunes.

overthemountainsacrossthesky:

Lol at the man from the London’s marathon T-shirt.

Brilliant!

overthemountainsacrossthesky:

Lol at the man from the London’s marathon T-shirt.

Brilliant!

(Source: cyberspaz)

Tags: run

jenwithpinktoes:

beautyndliberalcrap:

When did this …
become hotter than this?

I’ve seen this before and it’s still upsetting in it’s accuracy- particularly with all the grossly offensive thinspo shit on this site. I can’t believe how much people exchange on here about how to abuse their bodies into malnutrition. It also highlights the manipulative nature of these poor girls sharing tips on how to trick other people into thinking they’ve eaten or, my personal favourite, hate people for not noticing that they aren’t eating!
You’re not beautiful. You are unwell. Your bones are on the inside because they aren’t supposed to be seen. 

jenwithpinktoes:

beautyndliberalcrap:

When did this …

become hotter than this?

I’ve seen this before and it’s still upsetting in it’s accuracy- particularly with all the grossly offensive thinspo shit on this site. I can’t believe how much people exchange on here about how to abuse their bodies into malnutrition. It also highlights the manipulative nature of these poor girls sharing tips on how to trick other people into thinking they’ve eaten or, my personal favourite, hate people for not noticing that they aren’t eating!

You’re not beautiful. You are unwell. Your bones are on the inside because they aren’t supposed to be seen.