Happy New Year!

It’s been a while since I updated, and that’s because there really hasn’t been much to report: I was knocked for six throughout December by a nasty cough then wasn’t going to risk breaking my neck by running on ice. But this is 2010, it’s a new year, a new decade and a healthier new me. I got off to a good start, getting out nice and early on new year’s day for the Serpentine 10k in Hyde Park. Oh my, it was ffffffreezing out there! I put on my new Helly Hansen base layer, my new hat and my new gloves (and everything in between of course) and joined the rest of the nutters at the start. I found myself walking round in circles and rubbing my thighs like Vic Reeves to keep warm, but we were soon off.

I didn’t have high hopes for this race, not having run for a few weeks and being heavily laden down by Christmas stodge, and I didn’t surprise myself, coming in at an all-time personal worst. Things were ok to start with, then both of my knees started really, really hurting – the left one below the knee cap and the right one in an ITBS kind of way – so I was struggling around with a grimace on my face. The cold air also triggered my chest to tighten up so I felt all-round crap. I kept on going though.

It was a beautiful day, so bright and crisp, and it’s a good race, laid back, friendly and in a nice setting. Edward and Hector were making their way over to the Princess Diana Memorial Playground (it’s fantastic), and paused to wave at me over a bridge part way along, always uplifting to see their smiling faces. The course does a loop at one point, and I was suddenly being lapped by the short-shorts brigade and getting all muddled by the KM markers, but things picked up when I really had done 7k and my knees seemed to ease up a bit. I kept on, plod, plod, plod and made it to the finish line where I picked up my bag and quickly put on my big puffa jacket. Brrrrr. I could have done with a banana or something at this point, but there was just some icy cold water on offer…a hot chocolate at the playground warmed me up a bit ūüôā

Time: 1 hour 2 minutes 13 seconds

Distance: 10.11 km

Average Pace: 6.09

Best Pace: 3.56

Calories: 681

I just had a look at Fetch, and it seems I ran 599 miles last year. Damn it, I wish I’d read that last week so I could have made it up and over 600! I have taken advantage of our local leisure centre’s New Year offer of three months for the price of two, or something like that, and invested my Christmas and birthday money in some gym and swim membership for the next few months. I am feeling well and truly lumpy-tumpy right now, so I need to get burning those calories and pumping those muscles. I went to my first Spinning class in about three years on Sunday and felt like I hadn’t been away. The instructor was French though, and I couldn’t really hear him, so all I heard every so often was ‘rrrresistaaahnce’, felt like I was watching ‘Allo, Allo’!


At last

…I made it to the pool. I have been wanting to go for days, but just haven’t felt like it. I don’t have the additional motivation of Edward doing his challenge and keeping me company, so it feels like more of an effort. Maybe the dreary weather doesn’t help: I don’t feel like leaving the house, let alone getting my clothes off and climbing in a pool.

So, today I dragged myself along and was relieved to find my swimming costume still stretches over my bump (I’ve grown in the past week and I was worried it might not fit). Top tip – pregnant ladies, don’t bother forking out on one of those expensive maternity swim-suits, just keep shoe-horning yourself into your regular cossie, it’s amazing how stretchy they are!

When I got in, the pool was nice and quiet and I had the lane to myself. I was soon joined by an Edward-type, who was ploughing up and down, doing tumble turns and causing waves. I decided to go in the slow lane where I belong. The pool gradually filled up and I found myself being really irritated by everyone, not one of my favourite pregnancy ‘symptoms’. So, up and down I went, cursing the other swimmers, who weren’t really doing anything wrong, just swimming, and did 1k.

I happened to have my camera with me, so decided to take a couple of photos to show you just how grubby and un-cared-for the changing rooms are. Disgusting.

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This is the inside wall of the cubicle. It just shows that it is never wiped down because the grafitti would obviously come off. Below is the ‘lock’ for the door, both have been in this condition for months, possibly about a year or more (well, that’s how long I’ve been going there).