When I first said I was going to go running with my friend, to be honest it was one of those vague ‘yeah I’ll definitely do that at some point’ kind of commitments. The idea of it in theory was exciting, but when I imagined what the actual execution would probably be like, I became terrified. It took me right back to my school days, and I felt like I had a tummy full of squirming things.
I figured it’d be the week after next before I would have a chance to actually go, so I did my usual ‘don’t-think-about-it-at-all-costs-until-absolutely-necessary’ thing.
But I forgot that my friend is one of those people you just don’t say no to, so when he said ‘Friday then?’ I found ‘hell yes!’ escaping my lips before I had a chance to think it through. Which is lucky, because thinking hasn’t done me a whole lot of good thus far.
Friday eventually came around, and when it was almost time to leave I put on my running leggings. Something like this is essential, because it holds everything in and stops The Dreaded Applause. For those who aren’t sure what that is I’ll explain – it’s where bits of you slap against other bits as you exercise and make a clapping sound! I’ve had this all of my life, but as I’ve lost weight it’s become worse.
The leggings looked bloody awful, and I knew I wouldn’t be comfortable enough to run in them. So I wore ordinary leggings with joggers over the top, which thankfully was sufficient. And I didn’t get too hot because it was bloody freezing!
When I’ve previously attempted to run, which was on a treadmill, it was more of a fast stomp. I thought it was just because I was heavy and unfit – it never occured to me that there was something wrong with my technique. Running is running, isn’t it?
Once we’d warmed up with a short walk and reached a flat bit, my friend got me to give it a try. After a short glance at me he said I should try to land on my heels and kind of roll my feet, and lean forwards slightly.
And that was that. I WAS RUNNING! And without me stomping around like a lunatic it felt bloody good! We ran until we were nice and out of breath then slowed it down to a fast walk again, and we repeated that until we reached an area with wooden bars at different heights put there specifically for people wanting to do press-ups without getting their hands muddy.
After I’d done some press-ups, including a REAL, genuine, proper press-up (goal achieved, whoop whoop!) and got my arm muscles all nice and wibbly, we moved on. But my friend had a cunning plan. From this point on there are a few benches dotted around, and whenever you reach a bench you have to do press-ups on it.
My arms were really wibbly by now, and by the last bench I completely lost it and my arms gave way. But it’s progress!
When I got home I synced my Fitbit and waited to see myself smugly jump ahead in all the challenges I was currently in.
Oh but wait.
One lady was still quite a bit ahead of me.
I couldn’t leave it like that now, could I? So I did my usual figure of eight route between the kitchen and living room until I was firmly in the lead, and got myself to bed to get some sleep before work. It was really hard to get off, because I was still absolutely buzzing from the running.
When I got up I found that the other Fitbit challengees (I just invented a word) had rudely been walking while I was asleep and I was no longer in the lead. So whilst making my dinner and preparing for work I carried on walking around the house.
But that STILL wasn’t good enough, so I decided to walk to work, which resulted in my second best day ever for burning calories with a magnificent total of 5,101. The only time I burned more was when I climbed Snowdon!
I’ve also won the two Workweek Hustle challenges I was a part of, and come first in a challenge to walk the distance of the NYC marathon (26.2 miles).
Next up is a Weekend Warrior challenge, and I got a nice big head start after walking home from work this morning. When I left it was still dark, which was a bit scary but also pretty cool. I had a nice cup of coffee with me and thoroughly enjoyed looking at the sparkling frost that had covered absolutely everything whilst being completely snug in my cold weather gear. In fact by the time I got home I was sweating, and after removing my chiller jacket noticed that you can wear it in temperatures up to below 50 degrees celsius. No wonder I was so hot!
I am feeling on top of the world. But also rather sleepy… Today I’m having something of a rest day, although I’ll probably still get another 5,000 or so steps in by the end of the day.
Tomorrow I’m out walking with my brother at our local nature reserve, and while we’re there I’m going to scout out a route for when I’m ready to go running on my own. Because I absolutely will! As much as it would be great to go running with my friend every time, he lives a 30 minute drive away and I don’t have the time or money to do that journey 5 times a week. For now we’ll be meeting up just once a week, which is enough to be getting on with. I’m also roping in my brother and sister to come with me at some point, and they seem quite enthusiastic!
Diet-wise I’ve been on plan and have only weighed myself once since my last post. That’s a huge improvement to at least 5 times a day.
In other news the washing machine has packed up, and the earliest an engineer can come is Wednesday. But do you know what? I don’t really care. It will get sorted in the end, I have plenty of clean clothes to tide me over, and I refuse to let anything bother me right now.
Now I’m out and about more and that things will soon start growing again, I need to get on top of my photo printing and adding things to my album. I need to do it before I get more lovely shots and then get really behind, which I think is a worthy pursuit for my rest day.
Until next time, thanks for reading.