Good evening browsers, skimmers and readers of blogs of questionable quality! How goes it? A friend offered to create a guest post for my little corner of the Internet (sorry said corner is a bit dusty. Don't think I'll ever get the hang of the whole "regularly maintaining your website" thing...think of it as looking "lived in" or "shabby chic" as opposed to just "a bit shit"). This offer reminded me that if I am going to be popping other people's work up onto an online platform alongside my word vom, then I should probably at least put something new up myself.
Also watch this space for said guest post =).
So. Yass. New stuff. Biggest news this week is...fanfare, please. Failing that, jazz flute interlude/recorder solo:
Boo. Also hurrah! I had properly mixed feelings about whether or not I wanted to get in and when I found out that I didn't, I felt sad; Opportunity of a lifetime/bragging rights forever/being part of a historic event, amazing sense of achievement blah blah etc etc.
Then it dawned on me that I'm not doing it. I'm. Not. Doing. It. I don't have to do it! For the first time in about 3 years, I have no races on the horizon to nurse semi crippling excitement and anxiety about. I don't have to worry about whether my tantrumming foot will fall off. I don't have to run for hours and hours, beating myself up because I want to cry and I'm not fast enough (root cause of this emotion? Generally hunger). While I probably will end up caving and signing up to the next thing offering me a shiny medal for turning up in shorts and turning a bit puffy and purple, it's nice to entertain all of the things that I can do now that I know I won't be sacrificing 3-4 months to the running gods:
1. Be warm - With no races to train for, I can opt for the cozy, swear and sweat warmed surroundings of my gym for a while instead of the endless putting on and taking off of layers involved in winter night time running where your body is BOILING and drenched in the sweat layer between your skin and your coat, but your fingers have turned into frozen carrots sticking out of your palms.
2. Do more of this shit (except maybe with less of a derpy expression and single as opposed to double chin):
Also watch this space for said guest post =).
So. Yass. New stuff. Biggest news this week is...fanfare, please. Failing that, jazz flute interlude/recorder solo:
I did not get into the Virgin Money London Marathon 2017!
Boo. Also hurrah! I had properly mixed feelings about whether or not I wanted to get in and when I found out that I didn't, I felt sad; Opportunity of a lifetime/bragging rights forever/being part of a historic event, amazing sense of achievement blah blah etc etc.
Then it dawned on me that I'm not doing it. I'm. Not. Doing. It. I don't have to do it! For the first time in about 3 years, I have no races on the horizon to nurse semi crippling excitement and anxiety about. I don't have to worry about whether my tantrumming foot will fall off. I don't have to run for hours and hours, beating myself up because I want to cry and I'm not fast enough (root cause of this emotion? Generally hunger). While I probably will end up caving and signing up to the next thing offering me a shiny medal for turning up in shorts and turning a bit puffy and purple, it's nice to entertain all of the things that I can do now that I know I won't be sacrificing 3-4 months to the running gods:
Things I Can Do Instead of the London Marathon
1. Be warm - With no races to train for, I can opt for the cozy, swear and sweat warmed surroundings of my gym for a while instead of the endless putting on and taking off of layers involved in winter night time running where your body is BOILING and drenched in the sweat layer between your skin and your coat, but your fingers have turned into frozen carrots sticking out of your palms.
2. Do more of this shit (except maybe with less of a derpy expression and single as opposed to double chin):
I fully expect to be able to bench press a bus load of obese pensioners and their shopping by this time next year. I mean, is this not the face of a super hero?
"I'll save you! Hurr hurr!"
3. Develop a "normal person" relationship with food.
Okay, bit of a long shot, but when you're both constantly hungry from putting all your energy into "da milez" and bragging about all of said miles you've covered in training, your (my) body tends to go into desperation (greedy a.f) mode and it craves anything that requires little to no preparation, preferably made mostly/entirely out of sugar, i.e ALL OF THE SWEETS! AAAAAALL OF THE CAAAAAKE!! Logic takes a 4 month nap in which terrible, high calorie, low to zero nutritional content munchies is inhaled because "My body needs FUEL and I DESERVE THIS!!" I still haven't switched out of this mindset and haven't run a marathon in about a year and a half, but I can hope that time will fix me. Blind optimism works, right? Right??
4. Drink without guilt/remorse
I was just going to write "drink" there, but my super healthy, no booze regime leading up to the Liverpool Rock 'n' Roll Marathon last year had more loop holes that a pair of poorly made, knitted crotch less knickers. I wasn't to drink during training..unless:
- Is a special day such as birthday, holiday (Christmas etc), weekend or any other day ending in the letter "Y."
- Am being forced to rest an injury. Medicinal, you see.
- Am thirsty.
- I need the calories because do you know how far I've run this week??
5. Be in denial that, in fact, even though it's probably the best thing for my slightly wonky, broken body right now...and I'll have so much more time to play with for a few months..and it'll give me a chance to throw myself fully into CrossFit for a bit instead to develop my strength...part of me is still a bit sad that I didn't get into the London Marathon.
Because I'm so not. You are. Look at you with all that repressed temptation to sign up to the full marathon that's coming back to Cardiff next year instead. What's the matter with you??
