Category: Running

My sofa and half marathons are no friends

Last Saturday I was running the Coniston 14 half marathon.

The whole week I was quite lazy on my sofa and I found 3 million excuses to not go for a run, not even a little morning stroll to school.

My ankle was still half open and therefor very sore from a previous run and I wanted it to heal-

as you can tell, another lame excuse.

However. The night before the run, I checked the route description. For some reason I thought a road run around a lake would be flat, but the route description told me otherwise. I should have  known since it was in Cumbria.

“…first 5 miles uphill…” Wonderful… Well, how bad could it be? I will be a bit out of breath for the first 30 minutes and then be fine, or so I thought

Pah, yeah that was a nice dream. The reality was different:

When I started to run, I was out of breath. And at some point, I wondered when these 5 miles finally end, as after that it was said, it would be more even. Fair enough it was even, for maybes 2 miles or so.

After that it was constantly up and down, up and down AND when I spotted the 8 mile sign, I got angry as I was very certain, that I already passed said sign!

On I went. The landscape was really beautiful, unfortunately the other runners seem just to run on their own. No one chatted to each other and when I tried to talk to another lady who was running next to me, she just stared straight ahead. “Don’t then”, I thought.

Near the end all of a sudden was another huge mocking sign which said

“Half Marathon Distance”. They just topped 2 more miles . How cheeky is that?!

During this run, I had to

  • walk the hills
  • tie my shoe again
  • walk to drink and eat (didn’t figure out how to do it at the same time, yet)
  • shake my hands out, as they where so swollen (due to a new drink), my fingers looked like sausages
  • burst a huge blood blister after the run

Now all I have to deal with, is a very hurting toe nail, which high likely will fall off. Well that happens, when you wear no proper shoes.

Things I learned:

  • Try new sport drinks before a big event
  • Run at least one long run with your preferred  running shoes
  • Run at least once or twice before a race
  • Never underestimate a road run


The Money-Dilemma…

It is a pain in the ass when you are not rich but want a nice new pair of trainers….

The desired item is this beauty:

I just put two items for sale on Ebay and hope to get at least 60,-£ together. . .

You might think to yourself, “it is just one pair of trainers, it will not hurt to buy them…”

Well maybe I should have mentioned, that we will be around 600,-£ short for a couple of month because the army as forgotten to charge us for our house and as a good citizen we have to pay it back.

Those 600,-£ makes me want to cry and I cry even more, because I long for those trainers my feet desperately need, sob… sob… it is even my size which is quite difficult to get when you’ve got tiny mice feet…

Maybe I curl into a ball for a bit and hope for a wonder…


I better get a move on and pick up little Miss Mouse from school.



God, running & me

Yesterday morning, I went to Reeth in Swaledale for my usual 7k morning run with a bunch of other lovely runners.

For those who might think “what the hell is Swaledale?”, here is a picture of a part in Swaledale:

As you can see, it is very hilly.

So when I drove along in my car, the temperature dropped down to 3C, it was very windy and on top of that it started to rain.

Not the best conditions for a run, also husband said, I was stupid to go for a run in the morning, when we will do a 10k night race in the evening as well. I would be too knackered and not make it…

When I arrived, I went straight to the shop where we all meet, had a little chat with the others and than 9:30am on the dot the shop owner send us out, timing us as per usual.

It was only a bit of rain every now and then but the wind got so strong, that I couldn’t breath properly and it blew straight into my face. On the open field it got really bad and for a second I thought about a DNF (did not finish).

A DNF on a 7k route? That was just ridiculous. I was warm, I was awake, so on I went.

Then I came to the hill section:

You see that hill at the back? That’s where we run up. But because the wind was so strong, I didn’t even try to run it up.

I walked it up. Very slowly with the wind pushing me backwards.

Again I sounded like an old engine which was falling apart and if that wasn’t enough, I felt something around my bum. When I turned around, I have seen this:

You know these monster of dogs are huge, right? And I am a very short person… It was sniffing all around me, obviously it liked the smell of sweat.

Fortunately it was harmless and the owner called it back after some minutes!

When I was almost up the hill, lungs where screaming at that point, I had to turn right and that did it!

The wind was blowing in my back. It was so strong, it felt like someone was pushing me up the hill.

I looked up in the sky and said over and over again

“Thank you God, just push me a bit further”.

Well, what can I say? He pushed me all the way back to the shop, I was flying, my legs almost gone without the rest of me and it felt great.

You might just think, it was just the wind, get over with, but I like to believe, that God did hear my very weak whiny thoughts and helped me a bit.

He did the same in the evening when hubby and me did the night race.

We went to Osmotherley for a 10k night run and this was part of the route:

We have been ankle deep in mud, water, through a beck, over roots… well almost everything you can imagine when trail running.

I was running up a hilly section again and when I thought, I can’t make it anymore it went downhill for a long time and I picked up speed, overtook some people and my legs didn’t feel so tired anymore.

It was great fun. Too bad I didn’t see when my husband fell straight into knee deep puddles, getting all soaked, hehehehehe.

God must have remembered how husband lost the rag with poor wifey in the car minutes before the race over a song he insisted was from Tracy Chapman but really was from Dido (proofed him wrong the second we got home on YouTube!!!)

We shall not forget:

God hears and sees everything!!! giggles…


P.S.: Of course I made the race, guess my time was 1h for 10k. Will find out results today!!! Proven hubby wrong- again!

I should change my page name…

… from

Franky tells it like it is


Franky is constantly ill


I shouldn’t be sick again. Normally I am a very healthy person and get sick twice a year with a bad sinus infection. That’s it.

Some people say, they are dogged by bad luck, I seem to be dogged by illness lately. Either that or I am already aging.

I like to believe that I am an old wise soul! But that doesn’t mean that I should feel and/or look like it! Ieeeeek.

Maybe in a couple of weeks I will not run all the races I signed up for, noooooo, I might roll them in my posh new shiny wheelchair, with an oxygen mask and someone who pushes me along the way!!!

What did this incapable doctor lady say recently? “Sometimes the body takes a bit longer to recover…”

My body can recover… until this sunday….because I would like to do another recce run.

The bad thing about 20km+ recce runs:

If you are not used to the terrain and the double/triple amount of hours running, you are in really bad pain towards the  end of the run and the following days.

The good thing about 20km+ recce runs:

You eat like a horse afterwards and still burn fat!!! Horse hips?! Never heard of those!

So, body, recover, pronto!!! And yes, yesssssss that was a threat!



A very long sore run…

Past Sunday, I went for a “blind date” over to the east coast to meet some lovely runners. They wanted to do a recce half marathon run, I just did it for fun and to make new friends.

So we started off. Trotted together until we hid the first steep hill which we all had to walk up. My, my, did we pant! On top of the hill we ran again until we reached the first summit of the cliff. Up there we had a lovely view all over the ocean, drank a bit, chatted and took pictures.

Off we went again, right along the cliffs until, we reached the next big hill. One of the ladies who knew the route said, “can you see the high cliff over there” and pointed far far away…”that is where have to run up to!”


So we walked and ran our way through windy fields and cliffs.

For around 30km it took us 3:23h. And at some point, my knees really started to hurt, especially my left one and I realized, that I tried not to put too much pressure on the left leg while running. I had to slow down and walk passages I usually would have run.

But we all made it back to our cars and I really enjoyed the run, the scenery and company!

After we said our good byes, I went to my car, actually hobbled would describe it better, and got in with a big satisfied sigh. But when I tried to push down the pedal, I got a really nasty cramp and quick as a weasel I jumped back out of my vehicle to stretch both my rock hard calves. Boy did that hurt!

Back in the car, I tried to push the pedal, all frightened it could happen again but I was fine.

So, very tired I made my way back home just to get stopped.

In the middle of the nowhere!

By a big yellow sign which said “Road ahead closed”!

Did I mention, I was really tired? And that my knees and back (from carrying my running rucksack) really hurt???

So I told my satnav to find an alternative route. The first alternative wanted to send me the same way, the second (which I had to take) added whole 10km to my journey!!!

Back home I dived into a nice hot magnesium bath and soaked for a long time and after it I have eaten forever. Also I think I drank over 3l though I was drinking during the run as well.

Yesterday I woke up in pure agony! I felt so so old. Like Medusa! Every single bone in my body and muscles I didn’t even know exist hurt, my eyes where stinging, my throat was and still is, sore, headache. The full program.

But hey, it was worth it and if I want to become a good long distance runner, I just have to press my ass-cheeks together!

For now:

Back to my sofa, watching tv wrapped up in my nice warm blanket!