From Fat to Fit – Planning? Definitely not my strong point.
Since the birth of my baby girl I have been documenting my quest to get back to being ‘me’.
Not just to lose the baby weight that I gained but to get back to feeling fit and strong.
Back in July I posted this post about the importance to me of having a goal to work towards, so I signed on for the Melbourne Half Marathon.
My first ever half marathon like, ever.
Back in July, October seemed like a looooong time away. I thought, yep, I’ve got this, I’m going to take this half marathon by the scruff of its neck and totally run with it. (Bad pun totally intended). I won’t let this race beat me.
Well yesterday this arrived . . . .
Yep, this thing is definitely happening! In 24 days this thing is definitely definitely happening.
Did I say it’s definitely happening? Well it totally is.
I have had a few ups and downs with my training and have had to see the physio quite a bit as I have been having problems with my knee which has slowed down my training. At this stage I would have liked to have been comfortably running a good 18k regularly but alas, I had to take it back quite a bit meaning that the longest run I have done is 17k – once.
And it most definitely wasn’t comfortable. My knee started playing up and as I write this I am in quite a lot of pain. Also my right glute muscle decided to down tools and seize up and stop working, meaning the pressure on my knee was even worse. Still I managed to complete a very very slow and, pretty uncomfortable towards the end, training run.
Planning however, is not my strong point. Let me explain.
You see I chose to attempt the longest run of my life today after completing a pretty hard core half hour spin class. I then chose to do the start of my training run with the pretty hard core running teacher who decided she needed to stay with me for the first 5k and pace me. Whiiiiiich was pretty unpleasant, given that her slow pace is my out of breath, stitch inducing fast pace.
Hard core running teacher then got to finish and go and have a nice coffee with the girls while I was left to continue for the next 12k alone but with strict instructions to maintain my out of breath, stitch inducing pace. (I didn’t – but don’t tell her!)
Add to this set of circumstances the small fact that husb had taken the car in for a service today meaning instead of a quick 5 minute drive home, I had to walk, but not just walk, no, I had to take the double pram and push the 3 and 1/2 year old and the 9 month old all the way home. That would be all the 5k home.
See what I mean? Planning clearly not one of my strengths.
So I am now sat on the sofa with a throbbing knee – properly, actually, pooing my pants about whether or not I can in fact do this race.
P.S Not ACTUALLY pooing my pants.
Except I am.
No really I’m not – the smell is totally the 9 month old.