Earlier this month, somebody on the twitters commented on a photo of me running. They (kindly) said:
The thing I should have pointed out, was that the photo in question was taken back in October, when the jacket I was wearing didn’t pull quite so taut over my tummy. A few months have passed since then, and I now look exactly like I did in the picture, except covered from head to toe in an inch-thick layer of flesh coloured play-dough. Christmas excess left me with that special kind of lethargic tubbiness, where I felt like I was looking out at the world from inside a glass tank full of mushroom soup.
I had a look back through my blog, and I’m a little embarrassed at the number of posts on the theme of “oh woe is me, I’ve eaten far too much houmous and now I’m horribly unfit and I’ve lost my running mojo and a family of otters ate my trainers. Well enough is enough, it’s time to get back in shape”.
It’s like a remake of Groundhog Day, but with more emphasis on wicking fabrics and calf stretches.
So, without further ado, it’s time for yet another whiny blog post about unfitness, houmous, mojo and probably otters.
Actually, in my defence, I’m not really interested in having a moan or setting up any kind of grand comeback, it’s just that I’ve just got a half marathon coming up in April1 and I want to not be shit. Rather than sympathy, what I really want from you lovely readers is a bit of training advice. The diet’s in hand, so I just need to look at the actual runningness, and how it’s been affected by a few months of haphazard training. Using pace as a general guideline, I’m currently operating at around one minute/mile slower than I was before my slump, across all types of run from intervals to tempo to LSR. I’m getting out around three times a week and mostly just aiming at mid-paced 5-6 milers to build a bit of a base up again, with a long slow one chucked in when time allows. I tend to plod out these mid-paced efforts at around 9.30 min/miles which generally feels quite comfy. The cardio side of things feels pretty good, but it’s my legs that are making it hard work, feeling a little tired and heavy throughout. I’m hoping that taking some load off them by dropping a bit of weight will help them to feel light and fresh again. My goal for the half (attainable or not) is 1:49, which equates to a 8:19 min/mile pace. Given the amount of time I have (and assuming I get off my bum and actually do something rather than just letting it creep up on me like I normally do) then I think it’s achievable, but I’d welcome any guidance.
If you don’t have any useful advice, then you can still help with the motivation side of things. If you see me out on a run and I seem to be slacking a bit, why not shout some good-natured abuse, or perhaps throw a cat at me. Trust me, it all helps.
1 booked for me by the lovely Mrs Plod, either as a sign of love and support, or because she wants me dead. I’d guess it’s probably around 60/40.
BEFORE YOU GO…
Hey lovely person who’s reading my blog! How are you? Guess what, I’ve been shortlisted for the 2016 Running Awards. Yay! I was nominated for an award last year, and while I didn’t win, I did get horrifically drunk and became very excited when I found a button on the floor. Long story. Anyway, if you enjoy reading this blog, then frankly you’re a bit weird. But also, it’d be lovely if you could spare a few seconds to vote for me in the online/blog category (I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’m unlikely to win “Shoe of the Year”). Here’s the linky: Running Awards 2016. Last year there weren’t snacks, but this year there might be snacks, so please please PLEASE don’t let me not be a part of the potential snack-eating. Fankoo!
Coffee and cake? Yes please, that’d be lovely.