Category: Running

My mojo is back- hello runners knee!

Some people have or get the winter-blues, I as it happened, got the summer-blues!!!

Summer is just not my favourite time of the year. Yes, it might rain a little less, the sun is out and longer BUT it is way too warm for me!

I just can’t cope with the heat! “Heat” here in the north of England starts with 18C end usually ends with around 25C!

My, my, I sound like an old granny, but it is true. The warmer it gets, the less I want to exercise. I just can’t be bothered. I can’t get my behind up and out of the door!

Now that summer is over, the temperatures are at around 14C or less, my running-mojo has returned! Yeah!!!

It is crisp outside, the leaves are falling, the light is warmer, it is windy constantly…. yes, it might be a bit more wet and boggy, but that is OK!

I am ready to go running!!!

Unfortunately after a marathon last weekend (DT40 in Leyburn, Yorkshire Dales), I am suffering from what you call a “runners knee”!

Don’t ask me how that happened! I was a bit stiff the day after but another day later it hurt so much that I could do nothing but limp to the doctor.

“Rest it”, she said….”for 4 – 6 weeks”, she said.

Really?!?

Why now???

After a week of limping around, 1000 painkillers later, it doesn’t hurt so much anymore when I walk, sit or sleep.

Until I am able to run again, I have to survive of lettuce just to make sure, I don’t put extra pounds on.

Ha, me the little bunny…with useless legs….

But I can see light at the end of the tunnel!

Have a great one, everyone!

Franky

Quit before it even started!!!

For the first timer ever, I quit!

A couple of days ago, I finally made up my mind whether to do the hardmoors60 race or not.

For those who don’t know what the hardmoors60 is:

It is a 60 mile trail race along the Cleveland Way from Guisborough to Filey in the beautiful Yorkshire moors in the UK.

Anyway:

I woke up one morning and the urge to run further and further to push harder after a bad run, was gone. Just gone! And no matter what I did to get my running mojo back, from doing longer runs, shorter runs, road runs, different routes, running without gadgets, trying other sports, till rest and doing nothing at all…. nothing helped and my mojo remains with someone else, stomping the trails.

A lost mojo and constant little niggles here and there interfered my training so much that I didn’t think it is a wise idea to meet the others along with my husband at the start line.

It is not that I was totally lazy the past weeks, I did or at least tried a bit of running here and there and even started with hill reps (which surprisingly I really enjoy but have to stop me at some point otherwise I would have really sore knees afterwards) plus daily kettle bell sessions kept me going.

The only good thing is, I don’t even feel disappointed because I gave up/ cancelled/quit before it even started. To say it is a relieve is also not quite right, I am just fine with myself and my decision.

However, at the end of this month is another marathon in the Yorkshire Dales which I am looking forward to! Then there will be a long time nothing and on January 1st is a hardmoors30 miler, also fine with me!

I wonder…. if I am fine with a marathon and a 30 miler, maybe it was the distance I was secretly afraid  of and didn’t realize? Who knows…..

Franky

I should be running…

… but my running mojo hasn’t returned yet. It is probably on a non-stop party with another runner and obviously very happy!

Today I got woken up by bright sunshine! That and a sleepy voice whispering “cocoa…cocoa, mommy” and little feet trying to push me out of the bed.

I could have went for a (quick) early run, but I didn’t. Instead I did one hour of kettle bell, a tiny bit yoga and stretching and even then I really had to kick my own behind!

A week or so ago, I even posted on hardmoors Facebook site for advice what runners did when they experienced something similar.

I got plenty of answers and advice like

  • leave gadgets at home
  • go for shorter runs
  • relax for a week
  • do other things

As for the gadgets, I am not a big fan anyway and only take my watch if I run a new route to see how far it is and how long it takes and I did all the rest but still…

I honestly think, it is a head thing and I start to think about giving my hardmoors 60 place up.

Not because I won’t make it to the finish line. I probably would… with a little cry here and there… aching all over (because I didn’t exercise properly) and crawling the last bit…

But right now all I want to do is being lazy! Which frightens me a bit because that is so not me! I am not a lazy person! I love to be busy the whole day. I wouldn’t admit it all loud and yes I  get impatient the longer the day but only a busy day is a good day!

Or at least so it was until now.

It is (finally) nice weather, my two older children are back from their holiday so I technically could go for a run whenever I please, but why is my head not in it???

Maybe I am just not so happy at the moment and the impact is so massive , that I can’t be bothered with anything, not even change something.

That is sad, I know.

Well, maybe tomorrow is a better day. The light at the end of the tunnel is still on…

Franky

 

Funny dirty talk while running

While running through the woods today, my husband asked

“Would you like some sex?”

“No!”, I replied.

“I could beat you with my huge one”, he went on.

“Why? Do you want to knock me out with it?”, I asked…

Good to know we are still silly with each other after 6 years of being together!

Franky

I wish I was on an island…

…oh wait, I actually am on an island, ha ha ha….

No, seriously. I wish I was on an island, all by myself. Even if it was just for a while.

You know this moment when it happens and you think “island, please”?

My reason(s) to be on an island is quite simple:

I HAVE ENOUGH!

It is too much family, too much responsibility, too much of everything and unfortunately  too little money.

We are so skint at the moment, that we can only buy the food we really need, no extras like sweets or expensive gluten free products like cereals and we use the car only if we really have to to save on fuel.

The past few month we have been very stupid. Spend our money on races, recce trips, running gear, books and food. The army has forgotten to charge for the rent and stupid as we where, we didn’t think about that when we have to pay it back, they would take such big chunks of my husbands wage. . .

I am desperate for a job. I NEED a job. A second income would be perfect. BUT the fees for a full day nursery for Cash are that high, that when I calculate the fuel in, next to nothing would be left of the wage. It is said, really. You want women to be independent, but don’t offer much help when it comes to childcare!

Another thing is our teenage daughter. A PROPER  TEENAGER who is only nice and sweet outside the house and only does as she is told when she wants something.

Try to keep calm, try to keep patient, just don’t listen, I try to tell myself everyday, but it is exhausting and everyone who has teenagers at home probably knows how I feel! What ever you do, you do it wrong. When it comes to teenager, to rebellious teenager, it seems there is no right nor wrong. You just have to sit it out, wait until said teenager moves out and drives someone else mental!

And also my body. I don’t like my body at the moment. Everywhere I can feel wobbly body parts and the fact that my little daughter Cailleach comes in the bathroom squishing my bum, saying “mummy look how it is bouncing”, doesn’t help either!

Running. I didn’t do much running. Somehow I lost my running mojo. I should train, or at least go for my usual runs, but I just can’t be bothered. I am not totally lazy though. I exercise at home, but still. I need to train, as I still have 3 more races to come. One in two weeks, the other two in September…

I know, instead of whinging, I should change something. And I do, step by step, but sometimes, just sometimes I wished I was on an island, only me, myself and I.

Thoughts of today’s prompt word “island”.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/island/

Franky

Running with love handles

A few days ago, I went for a really early morning run. The sun was still shining, it was  warm, the streets and woods quite empty and my legs felt light.

Because it was so warm, I have worn nothing but a light vest and very short shorts.

Those shorts, years ago…. or was it only one or two years ago…. where not that tiny back then!!!

And though no fat was pushing its way over the rim, I could feel my love handles jiggling while I was running.

I WAS NOT HAPPY!!!

I mean, I am not fat…not even chubby. I am 154cm and weigh (currently after I already lost 1kg) 44kg. That is slim!

Unfortunately I am not the youngest metabolism wise.

Don’t get me wrong, of course I am still a spring chicken, but at a certain age, your metabolism slows down, you have to work harder to maintain your gorgeous body and also think about what you put in your mouth!

And if you don’t take care, before you even know it you wake up, look in the mirror and wonder why there is fat where once before was muscle???

Also when you had a tummy tuck many many years ago because you had very large and heavy babies, of course fat cells on your belly are gone/removed by a very kind surgeon, so the fat parade looks for another place to camp.

In my case on my hips. Why me?! I don’t need love-handle-friends!!!

I must admit, it is a bit my fault. I had too many sugary treats recently, probably didn’t work out as I should have… but because I felt really disgusted, it triggered something.

Last year I did a bit of RT4 (raw till 4) but never went fully vegan (was a veggie for over 8 ears) until now and actually I feel quite good as I eat a lot and already lost a kg.

Losing weight is not really my goal, I rather turn jingle-bingle-jiggle-parts back into muscles. I’d like to believe they are gone by the time I do the hardmoors 60 race. Also I should get my behind moving… I was a bit lazy since a marathon two weeks ago…

Now… where is my kettle bell….and the last season 2 Broke Girls? Work out is so much easier when you can watch something funny on the internet.

Franky

The “Best Friend Ad”

Though it is almost 7 years  since my best friend and me “split-up”, I still miss him.

Or maybe it is the fact that I miss a best (male) friend in general. Maybe I should mention that I prefer male best friends over females, because lets face it ladies, most of us get offensive, take things personal or I don’t know what else by things we get to hear.

I am a little exception. I don’t take things and life too serious, I am easy going, speak my mind and believe that is why the opposite sex likes to hang out with me.

However.

Recently I got asked by a runner I met a couple of month ago if we could run together as he got a bit lazy and knows that my husband and me run a lot. Or maybe he meant just my husband and just wanted to be polite not to say out loud that he doesn’t want to run with me as well. But let’s say, he meant us both.

So I got all excited, dreaming about a new best friend. Of course husband claims, there must be more to it and that I fancy him.

To get this straight:

Said runner has a girlfriend, I have a husband. So that would be a no-go!

But if I could place an ad it probably would say this:

Looking for a new best friend.

You should be:

  • Between 30 and 55 years of age.
  • Able to pay your own bills.
  • An active sports person, preferably a runner
  • Tattooed
  • Cultivated
  • Easy going and laid back attitude

You should have the same or similar interests like:

  • Reading
  • Like to go out and socialize
  • TV series and sitcoms
  • Love to spend time outdoors

You should not be:

  • A drunk
  • A smoker
  • Pitiful
  • Dishonest
  • Disrespectful/ Impolite

The look should be:

  • Slim/Well built figure
  • Casual laid back and original sense of style

I am not looking for any kind of romance! If you think you fulfill the requirements, send me an email with picture.

Phew, looks like quite some expansive ad.

Yeah, a new best friend would be more than nice, but if our “running-date” next week is just that, a running date and no further interpersonal  connection, then so be it.

But who knows maybe with a bit luck, I get/got myself a new buddy!

Franky