5K? 10K? 10 Mile? 13.1 Miles?

I have no idea where the last few months has gone. Unbelievable that time is going so quickly. “They” say that time moves slower as you get older. I don’t seem to agree with that. If anything my life is getting quicker.

Like the 25:50 Parkrun (5k) last weekend. A new PB for me, 20 seconds faster than my last PB. I thought that was hard work. Then I made use of my new running club membership (thanks Dodge!) last night and did an intervals session. 8×2 minutes at fast pace with 1 minute recovery.

The Route for my intervals session

That really *was* hard work, but so much fun and I felt a huge sense of accomplishment afterwards. I feel my calves this morning though…

Not my best look, eh?!

I mentioned in a previous post that I was going to run the Southport Half Marathon. That seems like so long ago, when in fact it happened (and I finished, didn’t die and didn’t finish last!) only two months ago (1 July). It was 29 degrees at 10am, I drank 3.5 litres of water during the run, shoved at least 4 gels down my throat and drink at least another 2 pints (of water/squash!) when I got back from the race. I finished in 2hrs 36 minutes. 4 minutes faster than I predicted. I think I would have been quicker had I not paced myself with a family member for the first 5 or so miles.  Bring on the next one!

So, that’s the 5k and half covered, what’s next?

This weekend (16 September) sees me at the Running Grand Prix at Goodwood Motor Racing Circuit in Chichester.  10k is two laps of the circuit.  Should be fun, even if it’s raining.

So, 10 miles?  Great South Run, of course!  I swore that I would not do it – overhyped, overattended, blah blah blah.  Sat on the sofa watching (I blame the hernia…) last year’s event live on TV, the commentator announced that tickets for the 2018 were available.  There and then I entered.  At the time I needed something to look forward to and a moment of weakness saw me purchase my ticket.  I am more nervous about this than I was about Southport.

So, I didn’t mention a common distance in the title.  26.2 miles or full marathon.  I still maintain that I will NOT run London.  The only two I want to enter are New York or Japan.  I want more half-marathon experience before I even consider doing a full in the UK.  I am prone to lapses in judgement and book places willy-nilly though…


Unexpected Consequences

Friday 09 January 2018 – 03:40 am.

I am sat on the sofa writing this post. I have been up for around two hours as I am uncomfortable in bed and unable to sleep. The good news is that I do not have to work in February. Deve the hernia is gone. He is an ex-hernia. Yep, some seven months after first being diagnosed with a hernia (aka Dave) and 5 months since I ran (boo!) I had the operation yesterday. Between two weeks “sick” leave and a week on holiday I will not be working until 05 March.

Let me step back a few hours.

Thursday 08 February 2018.

My nose looks bloody massive!

A highly unimportant day for many many people around the world. An important day for me that started around 0630, showering with a bottle of Hibiscrub+ (Amazon Link) – the same stuff we used to use on my dog’s skin – before dressing in cleaning clothes. No food, not even a cup of tea (boo!) and away to the hospital for 0830.

I really don’t miss the daily commute into Portsmouth!  45 minutes to drive a little over 10 miles, the fastest bit of the journey was in the city itself.  My normal commute now (and thankfully for the last 16 or so years) has been a little over two miles in the car, yes, I am that lazy!, a journey time of 15 minutes on a bad day.

They wouldn’t let me keep the hat. 😦

Check in complete, the process was very slick and friendly in a clean and modern facility, a lovely member of staff named Kate asked a huge amount of questions (like they do!) and then I was to change into the back opening gown, dressing gown and new slippers.  I walked to the theatre (!) at 1020 and the next thing I know it’s around 1300 and I am waking up with another lovely member of staff gently saying my name.

Back to the ward, I was told that everything went well, all my bits are where they are supposed to be and, yes, I still have my winky.

I was home and sat on the sofa by 1430 having had peanut butter sandwiches and to cups of tea after my operation.

Gratuitous Ice Cream shot.

So, 3 -4 days off my feet as much as I can manage, back to “normal” activities without any heavy lifting, three weeks off work and I am good to go!

What about the unexpected consequences?  Well…

  • The keyhole entry points do no hurt.
  • The bottom rib and my shoulder do hurt.
  • Six visits to the toilet in four hours last night confirmed that I do not have restricted flow.
  • The most uncomfortable thing so far is a sore throat from having a tube shoved down it.
  • I can’t sleep.  Laying on my back makes my back hurt.  Laying on my side makes the operation site uncomfortable.
  • It’s now 04:05 am and I am still typing.
  • Asda Really Creamy Salted Caramel ice cream is my newest favourite ice cream.  Seriously, go get some.
  • It’s quicker to start the terminal and type “sudo shutdown now” than it is to grab the mouse, click shut down and confirm..

Now is the countdown to the next chapter.  In about 4 weeks (no sooner!) I hope to try running.  Before that I will do some spirited walking to ease myself back into things.

Oh, and the good news through all this?  Not having done any serious exercise since the end of September, I am back to 12 stone 8lb (79kg) having managed to get rid of the weight I gained over Christmas.  Need to get on the core exercise and lose the middle tyre round my stomach.  That will come…

No Exercise = Grumpy

I realise that I haven’t updated this for a couple of months, so a quick update:


No, really, I do.  (As per the sidebar) I have now lost more than 4 stone (60lb) in total, making me the lightest (on purpose) that I think I have been in my adult life.  I am still carrying some belly fat which is annoying me.  Yes, I know, I will only get rid of that through exercise, and that is exactly what I have been doing.

Last year (right at the beginning of the weight loss routine, I found “Fitstar”, an iPhone app that gives structured workouts to assist with general fitness or allows you to concentrate on specific areas.  Many of the routines are subscription only (which is fine!) but there’s some short (10 – 15 minute) routines too.  I installed the app and then promptly forgot about it until a couple of weeks ago.

Yesterday (Tuesday 02 May 2017) was a rush to get to work, I nearly dropped the bike and had a basically shitty day.  It was a no exercise day.  I only (being a cheapskate) get three workouts per week on Fitstar so I am spreading them out to every other day.

This morning was such a contrast!  The dog that is staying with us kicked me out of bed at 0530 so I got up, dressed in appropriate clothes* and completed a 15 minute workout – with the curtains closed, it’s not a pretty sight to be seen, belly fat flopping everywhere – before showering and heading out to work.  I feel so much better this morning than yesterday, I fear that my body is starting to crave exercise (physical or mental craving I am not sure) and the days it doesn’t get the workout it moans at me…

I have almost got the asthma under control – reliant upon the inhaler still – and the last few nights I have woken at about midnight, sweating and coughing.  I have no idea what that’s all about, but getting up, using the inhaler and cooling down for a few minutes and I am able to go back to sleep.

  • My status on Facebook after Monday’s workout.  I will NEVER do that again!