EGGSHAUSTED

So yesterday saw the last pre-Easter gym run – as the place is closed until next week. Any number of poor eggscuses (blisters, work, eating too close to session, too many ‘rest’ days due to blisters bla bla) come to mind for this not-quite-completed session – but all I know is that 5 minutes before the end I felt hot, bothered, light-headed, faint and generally queasy and had to walk the last 5 minutes. So this one probably cannot be ticked off the list and I am set back one session.

Never mind. The new red iPod was tested and it’s eggcellent. Now that I’m all kitted up, I’m thinking of NOT waiting until Boston to do my first race, but do the Dulwich Fun Run (5K or 10K) on 9 May. Luckily, I have sussed that the word ‘fun’ added to the title of any ‘race’ flags up that it isn’t really a race at all – even at 10K – but a flat park wobble charade eggsclusively for people with no clue about running, i.e. me. Perfect.

Stats

Week 11 of 13. What I was supposed to do: 40 minutes run. 1 minute walk. 10 minutes run. 51 minutes. What I actually did was: 40 minutes run. I minute walk. 5 minutes run. Session 3 of 3. Walk pace: 4.5 km/h. Run pace: 6.8 km/h.

NO, I CAN’T

Running progress

Set off down the Old Kent Road at 6 pm yesterday and did OK for about 20 minutes when a total mental block set in – it felt like the equivalent of a runner’s puncture. I found myself outside PC World without a spare and just couldn’t run any more. So had to walk all the way home again which seemed endless. Felt completely exhausted.

Tiredness possibly brought on by five hours of BBC News 24 inauguration coverage. So, Huw, it must be freezing up there and it must be terrible for the Obamas now as everything they do will be scrutinised and analysed – their clothes, their shoes, their children, their puppy, everything they say, everything they do. Isn’t that so, Huw? Yes, Bob, that’s right, it’s really quite nippy up here and it’s going to be terrible for the Obamas now as everything they do will be scrooooootinised and analysed – as you say their clothes, their shoes, their children, their puppy, everything they say, everything they do. Over to you, Bob. Thanks, Huw. Indeed, if I can just pick up that point about the Obamas that you so rightly make here in this spirit of boundless optimism even on this bitterly arcticly icily wintry day, it will be terrible for the Obamas now as everything they do will be scrutinised and analysed – their clothes, their shoes, their children, their puppy, everything they say, everything they do. Over to you, Huw. Yes, Bob, it can’t be emphasised enough how sub-zero things really are here in Washington and how so many people are now going to be scrooooootinising the Obamas as everything they do will be analysed by so many people, be they hot or really quite seriously cold…. Repeat ad nauseam.

Alcohol-free Day 21 minus 2

No more alcohol – just the consequences as the full scale of post-lapse inertia is revealed.

Running Progress

A pathetic whimper.