Smug

The thing is... I had an excuse.  A pretty credible one, as mentioned in my last post.  So I stopped for a few days, I say a few days, perhaps three weeks.  I then got back to scaring the pheasants and squirrels in the early morning mist.  To my surprise it was nowhere near as difficult as I was expecting.  Smug.  And to add to my smugness I had not put any extra pounds on during my recuperation.  Smug.

Now the last month or so I have been more disciplined than my usual self and have managed to run at least three times a week, every week.  Smug.  I feel much fitter than I have been in a very long time and have lost over 21 pounds since I started all this malarkey back in August.  Smug.

I recently went through my wardrobe and found some jeans that have never really been big enough for me and now they are.  Smug.  In my final line of smugness over the last week I have not only played squash twice, I also managed to cycle the 7 mile round trip to the courts.  Super Smug.

I am very close to running for a full 30 minutes.  I hope to achieve this before New Years Day and then I can start improving my speed and distance ready for my next big goal.  More about that later.

FR

In the begining

It's week one. I have managed to complete three 30 minute runs. Well, I say run. I have run for 8  minutes. I have walked for 22 minutes. It was easy. Well, I say easy. Day one was hard on the hips but at least the dogs were happy to be out.

Day two was easy on the hips but hard on the ankles. I read somewhere that if you tighten your laces properly, from the bottom to the top, the hips do not get affected so much. Who knew? It worked. I say it worked. It actually transferred pain to my ankle. But my hip is pain free. Dogs still happy though.

Day three and I have the hips of a teenager. I have the ankle of a chair. Very painful today. Dogs can't believe their luck. I sent a text a good friend who had a "running scholarship to a prestigious American university" and runs daily. He's the same age. I say friend. He said "run through those first few weeks of aches".


So, week one complete. Pat on back. Only 8 weeks to go. Oh, did I mention that I loath running... I wonder if I will repeat that sentence in nine weeks.


Thanks for reading - FR