Long time, no post.
I will be increasing the frequency of my posts as I progress with my training, I just need to get into a good routine (I’m allll about routine).
As a recap of the past weeks events – I had one mid length run of about 50mins which was fab.
I also had one HUGE night at a work do. Which in turn made Friday a woe is me day, and also woe is my feet.
Introducing…….my love/hate relationship with heels.
These were actually in much better nick before said night of dancing....
Love the look of heels, what they do for my legs, butt etc, love how gorgeous every single pair of heels are!
Hate the rather large increase of pain in my foot injury the following day. I actually don’t wear heels very much for this very reason, I stopped wearing them a lot when I got the injury. I know that at the start of the night if I put a pair of these bad boys on, exactly what I will be feeling in the morning, so I only blame myself. Truly. One teensy other factor into the hate – as I am tall, I feel like heels make me look like a giant, and sometimes this can be good, sometimes bad.
Anyway, to the running related topics….. I planned my long run for Saturday which I wasn’t extremely happy about, but I had a few parties to go to Sat night and I knew that the Sunday run could easily evaporate before my eyes, so I took the sensible route and got the run out of the way Sat. I honestly start to freak out and get kinda grumpy if I miss my long run.
I set the alarm for 6am Sat morning, and after around 5 re-sets of the alarm got up at 7am. Pre-run usual, PB on toast + black coffee (also gets the system kicked off if you know what I mean). It was a grey day when I woke up, but not windy or raining so made for my perfect running conditions. While I was making my breakfast though it did start raining. I was still determined to go on, but even as I stood outside my front door, I actually debated about going back inside and getting back into bed. It actually took a lot of force to get me out running, but really the main focus was that if I didn’t get it done now, it wasn’t going to happen, and the prospect of that was even worse than the immenent run in the rain.
T’was a pretty steady rain, but only actually lasted for about the first 30 mins of the run, and after that was mint conditions. It was a run when I set out, I didn’t know where at all I was going to go and ended doing a big mixed up route of round the park a few times, a long run down a loooong road, and around some riverbanks. The time was 1hour47mins and turned out to be over 18km, so was pretty happy with that. I was feeling pretty strong out there, the only problem being the sore foot.
After that, was the breakfast I had actually been dreaming about since I started the run (yes, I think of food even while running!). Banana on toast + a fried egg.
I knew at the time that I should have had 2 eggs, because a mere 2 hours later I was totally starving again.
Alongside was my current fave tea
Green tea with berry.
Was still a fab breakfast, just needed the extra egg. I can’t even begin right now (as eyelids are drooping), to tell you just how much a fan of eggs I am. Eggs are such a staple food, if you literally only have eggs in your fridge, there is still a way you can make a meal. More on my egg obssess another time.
Lunch was a meal out with a friend, and as I am trying to move away from my obssession with fast food, burgers and anything that comes with fries, I tried the salmon filo parcels. Yum yum, with cream cheese and capers, but unfortunately not enough to fill this runninggirls tum.
Immediately upon return home I knew what I needed.
Peanut Butter on Granny Smith Apples.
Granny Smith Apples are another huuuuge fav of mine, but often I actually end up hungrier after I have eaten one, than when I began (can you see the trend here that I have trouble with satiety), but honestly, you put Peanut Butter on anything and its gonna help fill that gap.
I had been a bit stiff after the run, but had a few places to go that night and ended up drinking a fair share of wine, which just made me feel absolutely terrible. I haven’t felt that bad after a night in sooo long and my body just ached from the run the day before, so I do foresee that I will really need to cut back and lead a quieter life over the next 5 months of marathon training. I’m a girl of all is well in moderation, so I gots ta have me some fun as well, but 2 nights within one weekend isn’t going to cut it. I can see many a Sat night in front of the T.V to come. Which actually isn’t too bad at all, they play a different James Bond movie every Sat night on TV1. This past Sat night was actually probably the first time in 2months that I had missed one, and I was actually quite disappointed lol. I hope that shows too, that I don’t actually just go out and drink every weekend. I just can’t handle it when I do anymore lol!
Needless to say, yesterday was a complete waste of time, but did manage to catch the London Marathon on telly. Go NZer Kimberley Smith who got 8th place at 2hours25mins! I mean that time is just completely unbelievable, I think that is so inspiring and amazing! Good on anyone who ran the marathon, whether it took you 2 hours or 8 hours, what an amazing feat. Hopefully in 5 months time I can join you and say I’m a marathoner!
Sweet dreams,
RunningGirl