Escape from Washing Mountain

I am now officially a year older, and have vowed that I won't eat for a week after last night's Chinese buffet. I am still full to the brim, but it was lovely being able to keep going up and trying new dishes, and we certainly made the most of the opportunity! The children were very impressed by the candy floss machine, and must have eaten twice their own body weight in sugar.
Hubby has returned to work today, and I've run out of excuses for not doing the housework, so my day will be busy, too. What I really don't understand is how one family can create so much washing in less than a week. The laundry basket was overflowing, and after a good sort out I've got 8 loads to do. Each load takes just over an hour, so I've planned my day around each load...sad, isn't it?!
I put the first load in, grabbed my trainers and went out for a run. It's the first time I've been out running for a while, as I've relied on the treadmill through the snow. It's really foggy here today, and also a lot warmer than it has been. I'd overestimated how many layers I'd need to wear, and within half a mile I was very hot and rather wheezy. Even so, it was so much nicer to be out watching the world go by than stuck inside watching tv, and the 3.2 miles that I covered today passed by very quickly.
The second load of washing went in while I had a quick bath, and now the third load is in and I'm doing some tidying and helping youngest daughter to clean out her guinea pig. Who knows, by the end of the day I might just have got the 8th load washed, and tomorrow I can look forward to ironing it all. Oh the joys of being a mother!

Too much of a good thing

Over the last couple of days I've not done very much exercise, although we did go for a nice walk on the Lickey Hills yesterday with the dog, and watched the families sledging in the still-deep snow.
Today the temperatures have risen a little and the snow is finally melting, which should make it easier to get out for a run, although I stayed in on the treadmill as the pavemnets are slippery in places. I ran quite hard this morning, and as the day has gone on my ankle is feeling rather tender, but it doesn't appear to be swollen.
Tomorrow is my birthday and the celebrations have begun early. We went to Symphony Hall in Birmingham this afternoon to listen to 'The four seasons by candlelight', which was a spectacular two hours of music.
Unfortunately I'm feeling somewhat sick now as we came home and ate an entire box of Thorntons chocolates! I guess that means an extra 10 minutes running will be needed in the morning. Actually, I'd better make that an extra 20 minutes as we're going out for a Chinese birthday buffet tomorrow evening.

'Tis the season to be sneezy

Well...it was bound to happen sooner or later...I've had a rotten cold for the past few days, but I'm pleased to report that I'm finally starting to feel human again. I've not done any exercise for days, unless you count a snowy walk into the village for supplies. The good news is that - unlike the last few years when I've been ill - I haven't instantly become wheezy, and I think that my increased levels of fitness have contributed.
So, what has happened this week...? Youngest daughter was 12 on Wednesday, but the weather meant that her party plans were scuppered. I've promised her that she will be like the Queen this year and have two birthdays, so she can have a party in a couple of weeks time. Also this week, oldest daughter has had her grade 3 flute exam results...and she got a merit, which was fantastic news.
The sun is out today, and although it's still sub-zero temperatures the thaw has started. Surely it must be nearly summer?

And still it falls

The snow hasn't thawed at all, and the roads are strewn with abandoned cars. First thing this morning I went with my friend to feed her horses. They are stabled at the top of a hill, which can be tricky to get to after it's snowed. Fortunately her car is a tenacious little beast and it got us up there without the need for pushing. It was a chilly -6 and eerily quiet, but the view across the frozen countryside was spectacular.
Second stop of the day was to physio, and I was treated to some more massage to help loosen up my calf muscles. After about 15 minutes of kneading, the physio told me she'd be back soon, and I assumed she had disappeared to see another patient. Not so. When she returned she explained that my calf had been very red, so she had given it a few minutes to rest. Happily it had recovered enough for her to 'have another go at it'. Goody. If I can walk tomorrow I'll be amazed.
I was also due to see Mr Orthotic Man today, but he hadn't been able to make it through the snow, so I have a new appointment booked in January.
Next stop involved running the gauntlet at the supermarket, then home to thaw out.
As I type this (just after 9 in the evening) the snow is falling again, so I'm going to shut the curtains tight, turn up the fire and pretend that it's August.

Winter wonderland

Exercise this week has been gentle, but consistent. I've been doing about 30 minutes a day on the treadmill, and a little bit on the bike.
I did 50 minutes on the treadmill this morning, but it felt more like 3 hours - not because the going was tough, but because of a tv disaster. (I forgot to locate the tv controller before I got going, and what I thought was the news turned into an extended interview with Cliff Richards. That'll teach me not to be prepared!)
I don't think I'll be running outside for a few days. The sprinkling of snow on Friday turned into blizzards yesterday, and by yesterday evening we had 8-9 inches of the white stuff, and deeper where it had drifted. Temperatures have been around -5 degrees today, so there's been no thaw as yet.
I'm glad I took a few minutes to fill up the bird feeders on Friday, and the robin seems pleased, too.

Still here...

There's not a lot to report, but I thought I'd better write a quick post so you know I'm still here!
My calf has been quite sore over the weekend thanks to the physio's 'gentle' massage, so the stretching exercises have been helping relieve the tightness.
A neighbour called in unexpectedly on Saturday morning, and I felt quite embarrassed by the accumulation of papers, dog toys and general household clutter that had built up over the previous weeks. I spent the next five hours in a cleaning and tidying frenzy while the children hid in their rooms and the dog cowered in his basket. Everything is sparkling now, and I'm following the family around to check that they're upholding my standards.
Yesterday turned into an unplanned - but very deserved - rest day. It was lovely, but proved to be the calm before the storm, as work today was utterly exhausting!
I jumped on the treadmill as soon as I walked through the door this evening as I knew a moment of hesitation or procrastination would mean no exercise. I am pleased to say that I clocked up 3km. Not far, but, as the saying goes, every little helps!

Time flies

I don't know where this week has gone. Work has been busy, and all the evenings have been taken up, too. At least the snow has melted, and the weekend has started!
The best day of my week was yesterday, for two reasons.
Reason number one: I was in a training session, and we split into groups and were given the task of defining motivation, and drawing a picture to represent what motivation means to us. When it came to sharing our ideas, one of the groups explained that I was their inspiration for motivation, and linked all their ideas to the motivation needed to complete a marathon. Along side was a stick figure, labelled 'Jas'. I was really touched, and brought their drawing home and have pinned it up by my treadmill for days when I need reminding about motivation. (I am, however, a little concerned that they labelled the marathon as 27.5 miles...I thought 26.2 was far enough!)
Reason number two: my oldest daughter played a flute solo in her school concert last night, and did a very good job, too. I'm very proud of the effort she's put in to practicing, and think she did an amazing job. It's good to be a mum.
And now to exercise. I've been consistently covering about 2 miles a day, as well as doing my stretching exercises. I'm pleased to report that my ankle hasn't been swelling at all, and I've had no pain. Hoorah!
I went to see the physio this afternoon, and she is pleased with how the stretching has increased the flexibility in my hamstrings, and is beginning to loosen up my calves.
I was 'treated' to some deep tissue massage, which brought tears to my eyes, and has left me with an incredibly tender calf. Before my next appointment in a couple of weeks time I've been given some eccentric loading exercises to do, which are apparently brilliant for the achilles tendon.
My usual physio isn't available for my next appointment, and I've been promised that the person I see next time is a lot firmer with their massage. Gulp. Any firmer and they'll be down to the bone!

Weighty matters

Exercise over the last couple of days has been more of the same - time spent on the treadmill. I was busy all morning and afternoon, and it was early evening by the time I got to exercise today, so it was already dark and cold outside. I'm grateful again for the flexibility a treadmill at home is giving me, as I think today would have otherwise been a write-off.
I know I've lost some weight over the past six months - about a stone, I think - and hubby has been trying to lose some weight recently, too. Unfortunately, our old scales are hideously inaccurate and are always +/- half a stone, depending on how you stand on them/look at them/breathe near them. With this in mind, we've treated ourselves to some fancy digital ones. They match the bathroom(!), and their large digital readout tells your weight in stones, pounds or kilos.
I've never been terribly bothered by my actual weight - if my jeans fit, then all is good, but if the buttons won't do up, it's time to cut back on treats. That said, it's nearing time for my annual asthma check up, and the asthma nurse is far more concerned with my weight - and isn't slow in telling me when I need to lose a bit.
My first step on the new scales was a bit of a shock as I seemed to have put on twenty eight pounds overnight, but a quick recalibration gave a figure about seven pounds higher than the old scales. A bit disappointing, but not a huge surprise. It means that my BMI is about 24.5, which puts me in the 'normal' range - just.
I guess I could do with losing another 7-10lbs...or maybe I should just try growing 4 inches taller.

Back on track

Temperatures are still well below freezing outside, but it was toasty on the treadmill as I did my allotted distance today.
The controls are easy to master, and I soon warmed up...and then got hotter and hotter until I was positively cooking. The treadmill is next to a radiator, and I think I'll have to get into the habit of turning it off before I start exercising.
It looks like we'll have to make a slight adjustment to the belt, as it's running a little too near the left hand side and needs to be more central, but other than it seems pretty perfect, and I'm really pleased with my purchase.
I'm still doing the stretching exercises the physio gave me to do, and I think they're starting to pay off as I'm becoming more flexible. I've never been able to touch my toes, but I can now...just! I'm back with the physio in a week's time, and I hope she'll be pleased with how I'm getting on.
The most exciting part of the day by far was oldest daughter taking her grade 3 flute exam. She's practiced really hard, and she was pleased with how it went. At least the examiner she had this time was friendly and put her at ease. It'll be a long couple of weeks waiting for the result, and I'll let you know what mark she gets.

No excuses any more

With no sign of a thaw, and more snow promised, I took some decisive action today and invested in a treadmill. It's second-hand, and was being sold by someone who trained on it for the marathon last year, so at least the treadmill knows what to do, even if I'm floundering!
Getting it home was fun...it had to be carried up a steep drive that was covered in ice, and then squeezed into the back of our car, but somehow we got it home. Our back room now looks more like a gym...it's a good job that hubby is very tolerant!
I've had a quick few minutes on the treadmill this evening, but need to spend a bit of time reading through the instructions and getting to know the different programmes before I can make best use of my new toy.
So...no more excuses. Nineteen weeks to go. London, here I come!

...and it gets colder

Temperatures have been well below freezing (down to -9), and we had more snow last night. It looks like we're set for a harsh winter...all the more reason to get fitter and run faster!
I haven't run in snow before, and am not sure I want to try it, although I have a friend who highly recommends it.
Fortunately, today was down as a cross training day, and I did a fairly quick 6km cycle - the only time I've been warm all day!
The rest of the day seems to have been taken up with hubby choosing a new snooker cue. You wouldn't believe what an in-depth process it is. To me, they are all stick-like, you hold them all in the same way and they all cost rather too much money. As I said to hubby after two hours in a cold shop...'JUST PICK ONE...NOW!'

Uh oh...snow

We woke up this morning to find a liberal sprinkling of snow had fallen overnight, and with temperatures lingering just below zero the paths and roads have remained quite slippery all day. I love looking out at the snow, but hate having to venture out in it. Two years ago, my best friend fell on ice and badly broke her ankle, and having seen what she went through I am always extra cautious when I'm walking on ice. If the forecasters are right, we could be in for a lot more snow this winter, so borrowing a treadmill now seems like a necessity rather than a luxury.
Today has been busy, busy, busy. Once a year we organise a youth day, and today was that day. It all went off very well, but it did mean that I haven't had time for any exercise (although I was on my feet for ten hours, so I think I can count that instead!).
An early night tonight, methinks, and if the ice has gone I'll try to fit in a couple of miles tomorrow.

A grand in the hand

I'm pleased and excited to report that my fundraising has reached the £1000 mark. Considering I only opened my Just Giving account a few weeks ago, the total has risen very quickly...and it's all thanks to my very generous friends and family, and all the businesses who have offered their support. Gift Aid makes each donation go that little bit further, too.
As you know, I'm trying to raise £2600, which will give me 100 reasons every mile to get to the finish line in April! If you want to help me reach the total and haven't donated yet, pay a quick visit to www.justgiving.com/jasontherun - every penny really does count.
I'm also pleased to tell you that the snow that is causing chaos in other parts of the UK hasn't made it to the midlands...yet...and I'm hoping it stays that way. Getting out to do a mile or two after work is hard enough in the cold and dark. Going out in the cold, dark and the snow is over and above the call of duty, even while training for a marathon! I took one look at the ice on the car this morning and decided to hop on the exercise bike instead. Much warmer!
My final exciting piece of news is that my blog has been read by people in the UK, Denmark, Germany, Russia, Sweden, Canada and the USA. When I began writing this blog I didn't really expect anyone to read it, but I know that some of you check in on a regular basis, and I'm very grateful for your support. Knowing that you're checking up on me is often the only thing to get me off the sofa and into my trainers, so thank you, wherever you are!

How can something so simple seem so complicated?

I hadn't realised how exhausting the whole fund-raising lark would be. I'm so pleased with the success of the quiz night, but am glad to be giving myself a few weeks break from raising money while I concentrate on other projects.
Although it's very cold out, the sun is shining today so I headed out for a two mile walk to blow away the cobwebs. Last week the physio told me that my foot lifts up at too much of a right angle, and I need to push off more from my toes. I've been walking since I was less than a year old (and my children will happily tell anyone that that's a long time ago!) but all of a sudden I'm over analysing what I'm doing, and something that should be simple is fast becoming very complicated! Is my heel striking the floor at the right point? Am I rolling my foot enough? Is my stride the right length? Far too confusing!
April is going to be a busy time in London - William and Kate have announced today that they'll be getting married on the 29th - 12 days after the marathon. Maybe I should take a sleeping bag with me, so if my ankle injury flares up somewhere along the route I can avoid embarrassment by pretending to be camping out ready to wave to the happy couple.

Your starter for 10...

Last night was my quiz evening, and I'm pleased to report that it went really well.

The evening was held at The Lighthouse, Halesowen, and all the staff worked really hard...and the food was fantastic!

We had ten rounds of questions - Geography, History, Science & Nature, Art & Literature, Music, General Knowledge, Film & TV, Food & Drink, Sport and a picture round. There was a lot of good natured banter, and some serious competition too, but most importantly everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

Alongside the quiz there was a raffle, a guessing competition and some beautiful Phoenix cards for sale. The final count up showed that we had raised £200 for Asthma UK, which is a fantastic result.

Other than attending a poetry reading this afternoon, I've had a bit of a rest today (although I did fit in a quick 1 mile walk this morning), but I'm sure it won't be long until I'm planning the next fundraising event!

Appointment with the vampires

Today has been one big rush around, and it's nice to have my first sit down with a cuppa.
I went to see the physio this morning and have now got some intensive stretching exercises to target my legs - 3 times a day until I go again. Boring, but very necessary, so I must be disciplined and do them. As a reward, I've been promised a deep tissue massage the next time I go!
On the way home from physio I collected a mini trampoline that I am borrowing for the next few months. From there I dashed across to meet my mother for half an hour, and then dashed back for my 'vampire appointment'.
I have been giving blood since I was 18 (other than while I was pregnant, and in the year after I'd had the children), and today I donated my 38th pint. It's quick and easy, and I like to think that my donation might actually help to save someones life.
If you don't already donate, please phone the blood donation people and make an appointment (0300 123 23 23 if you live in the UK, or look online at www.blood.co.uk).
The centre where I donate is only 3/4 mile from home, so I walked there and back just to squeeze in a little extra exercise.
Right...enough sitting down for one day...time to get some housework done

New ideas in the pipeline

This morning I made a quick trip across to Friday's quiz venue to have a chat with the manager. If you read my last post, you'll know that they have just taken over and are now working hard to honour the booking for me. A couple of minor changes have been made to the evening, but I'm confident that they're going to do a brilliant job for me.
I divided up the gift donations this afternoon, so I have a super first prize for Friday's winning team, a 'losers' commiseration prize and four raffle prizes. Note to self: must buy a book of raffle tickets ready before Friday.
We braved the rain and gales this evening and headed to the local swimming pool. It was a relief to find that the water was quite warm, but with tea cooking in the oven there was only time for a quick half-mile swim.
While I sat waiting for the children to get changed I noticed a poster advertising the pool for hire, and had a bit of a lightbulb moment. I wandered across to reception, had a chat to the very friendly receptionist, and left my contact details with her. She is going to mention me to the manager to see if there is any possibility for me to hire the pool for a reduced rate, and run some kind of fundraising event. As ever, you'll be the first to know when I hear anything.
In an attempt to keep hubby in the loop with what I'm up to, I've now started emailing my blog entries to him. Today he expressed concern that recent posts could be lacking in humour, and has offered me some of his jokes. You have been warned...

That sinking feeling...

I don't seem to have stopped today, but I'm not sure how much I've actually achieved. It was just one of those days.
So, what can I tell you...?
First...a big thank you to Brewers Fayre Great Park who have donated a £25 voucher from their restaurant. Again, such kindness from people who have never met me before.
Second...and not such good news...I've had a couple of quiz teams drop out from Friday's event, so I'm busy contacting all my friends to see if anyone else can come. (On the plus side for the teams attending, they've got more chance of coming away with some great prizes!)
Third...and this is the heart-stopping bit...I phoned the pub where I'm holding the quiz -

[Ring, Ring] Hello
Hello, I'm phoning to confirm numbers for the quiz on Friday night
When did you book this?
Oh, quite a few weeks ago
Ah - we've only just taken over what date did you want to come?
Friday. THIS Friday.
Ah
Is it ok? I've got lots of people coming...
Um...
PLEEEESE?
I'm sure we can honour that booking; what meals would you like to order?
[Huge sigh of relief] Can we have.....

That was two hours ago, and I think my pulse is just about returning to normal! I'm going to go and meet the new owners on Wednesday to talk everything through, but they sound lovely, and I'm sure they'll prove to be superb hosts.

Local support

With my quiz night less that a week away, today has been set aside to approach local businesses to secure sponsorship, raffle prizes, and prizes for the winning quiz team.
Armed with posters, fundraising cards and big smiley faces, we have already been rewarded with support from 'Hair Studio' (Rubery) who have donated a £10 off voucher, 'Pet's Corner' (Rubery) who provided a bird feeder and peanuts, 'Hollywood Bowl' who donated tickets for four people to play, 'Empire Cinema' who donated two guest passes, 'Costcutter' (Rubery) who gave us two bottles of wine and 'Co-Op' (Rubery) who have given us a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates.
I know I've already said it, but it's worth saying again...people are very generous, not least because they can see the value of supporting Asthma UK. With one in eleven children, and one in twelve adults affected by asthma, and one person dying every seven hours from asthma, it is an area where funding for research is vital.
I've had more promises of raffle prizes, and I need to call back next week to collect them...I'll let you know how I get on!

Odd measurements

I was back with the physio today, and he agrees that my right posterior tibial tendon seems to have a little more flex in it. Conversely, the lateral ligaments are too loose, and this is the root of the outer ankle discomfort I've been feeling.

To prove the effect that this injury has had on the strength in my right leg, he marked 15cm down from each knee, then measured each calf at that point. My right calf is a whole 2cm smaller, showing how much my left leg has been compensating.
Not wanting to waste any time, he whisked me up to the gym and got me doing all sorts of strengthening exercises.

Now that I've got used to my orthotics, he's altering them to increase the support under my foot arch. While I'm waiting for them to be ready, I've got the outside of my right leg strapped up again so I don't overpronate too much. Gorgeous.

I'd only been home a few minutes when there was a knock at the door, and three big boxes arrived full of candle orders from last week's fundraising party. Within minutes, there were boxes, candles and polystyrene packing pieces strewn all over the lounge. I might be sat in the middle of chaos, but it smells delicious!

Fantastic friends and beautiful bears

Hubby returned home last night with a toiletries gift set and these two beautifully gift-wrapped teddies. They are donations from a friend for my raffle, and yet again I am incredibly grateful for such generosity. I know that these gifts will all help towards my fundraising target.
I've also had an offer today from friends to check my quiz questions for me, so I'll be emailing them later. It will be good to get a second opinion on the level of difficulty.
As for exercise today, we braved the cold and headed off to the local swimming pool. I was extremely glad to find that the water was slightly warmer than usual, and I swam 1200 metres in 45 minutes.
It's lovely to be able to swim that kind of distance without getting breathless, when not that long ago just 500 metres would have been my absolute limit, and would have left me gasping for my inhaler.
Tomorrow is my next physio appointment, and I'm looking forward to seeing how he thinks my ankle is progressing. I feel that it is getting better - although nowhere near as quickly as I would like - and I'm longing for the day when I get the all clear to get stuck in to a full on marathon-training schedule.

Rounding 'em up

The weather has turned decidedly chilly, and I was quite glad yesterday to be in the warm on the exercise bike for my training. That said, it took some will power to get up and get going.
I had posted on my Facebook page that I had '1001 excuses not to exercise'. Wrestling with my desire to do nothing, I remarked to hubby that while I had so many excuses, I have one very good reason to exercise (meaning the marathon). 'Yes', said hubby. 'You're sat on it.' Charming!
So, 10 minutes later and TV remote in hand, I settled down for a long slow cycle, and completed 20km in 53 minutes.
It was the first decent exercise I'd done for a week, and although it was hard to get going I felt much better by the end.
A friend has kindly offered that I can borrow their treadmill over the winter, and I am very tempted to say 'yes'. I don't want to get behind in my training schedule, and the prospect of heading out through the front door when it's dark and wet is not terribly appealing.
My main job this week is to confirm who is or isn't attending my quiz night, as the place that we're using has asked for confirmation of food choices a week in advance. I'm also having doubts about some of my questions - are they too easy or too hard? - so am constantly researching alternatives. If nothing else, I've improved my general knowledge!

Germs in abundance

Why is it that the only thing that children are happy to share is their germs?
I woke up yesterday with a sore throat, headache and temperature, and all plans of swimming were discarded in favour of two paracetamol and a blanket!
It's always been a family saying that if you get up, have a wash and get dressed you'll feel better. (This was what my Mum told my Dad many years ago...just before the doctor diagnosed him with meningitis!) On the whole, it's a philosophy I agree with, and one I've passed on to my children, so I did get dressed, decided I felt no better, and retired to the settee for the rest of the day.
The time wasn't completely wasted; I did spend most of the day gradually working my way through more quiz questions ready for my quiz night.
I'm being very careful to keep my notes hidden from hubby, as he will be on a team and I'd hate anyone to think that he might have an unfair advantage. The opposite is probably true, as I keep discarding questions on the basis that he'd probably know the answer.
Here's a little teaser for you - one of my rejects for the above reason...
On which motorway would you be travelling if you could see the Angel of the North?
I was right...hubby did know the answer! Do you...?

Rules and regulations

The training has taken a bit of a backseat this week. I've only done one lot of cycling, although that was for 50 minutes covering 17km. I had intended going swimming this morning, but had to take a poorly daughter to the doctors instead (official diagnosis: virus). Swimming will have to wait until tomorrow.
The good news this week: I have received a very generous donation from a friend, so that, added to the proceeds from Tuesday evening, has made this week a big one for fundraising.
I've been doing a lot of research into running a raffle, and it truly is a minefield! Holding a small scale raffle as part of another event, or just at one place (such as work) is not too bad, but to maximise my fundraising potential I need to organise a raffle that will run for a couple of weeks, and where I can sell tickets in lots of places (my work, hubby's work, friends, neighbours, etc) and to do that I need a Lotteries Licence from the council.
Not only will that cost me £40 (and another £30 to get tickets printed) but I am having a serious struggle with my conscience. I don't buy lottery tickets or place bets, and the thought of holding a lotteries licence for the next 12 months seems a big step to take. I can justify it by saying it will raise a lot of money for Asthma UK, and I am selling - not buying - the tickets, but is it a step too far?
And if I don't go ahead with a large raffle, how will I ever raise enough money...?
Answers on a postcard, please...

The sweet smell of candles - and success

This evening was my candle party, and what a fantastic evening we had!
It was so well supported by my lovely girlfriends, and I'm really grateful to Jacky from Partylite Candles, and Anne from Phoenix Cards for their hard work.
I received £100 commission from candle sales, £20 from card sales, and £13 from my cake raffle. I'll save you the trouble of looking for a calculator...we raised £133.
I've also been busy promoting my quiz night, and had have more offers of raffle prizes, so the fundraising is going really well at the moment.
The last of my friends have now gone home, and all that is left behind is the gentle waft of candle scents and some empty wine bottles.

A big hoorah for Beko!

I've had some fantastic news today.
As you'll know if you've been reading my blog, I've been busy writing letters to ask local and national companies for help with fundraising.
I'm sure you'll all have heard of Beko - they are the largest refrigeration and cooking brand in the UK, and their products have been awarded 'Which' Best Buy on numerous occasions. Beko are letting me choose one of their products (fridge freezer/cooker/washing machine/dishwasher) to use as a raffle prize, and I'm absolutely overwhelmed! I can't thank them enough!
I need to contact Asthma UK for advice as there are lots of rules and regulations governing large raffles and then I will be launching a raffle...with an amazing top prize! This will make such a difference to my fundraising potential over the coming months, and I look forward to being able to add more prizes as time goes on.
Thank you again, Beko!
The other good news today is that I've just cooked one of my top-secret-recipe banana cakes ready to raffle on the Tuesday night at my fundraising candle party. It always tastes better when it's had a couple of days to 'mature', but we don't usually have enough self control to save it that long. For those of you who'll be coming along on Tuesday, don't be surprised if there is a slice or two missing by the time the raffle is drawn!

You know you're a runner when...

You know you're a runner when...

• your treadmill has more miles on it than your car
• you're not embarrassed to wear lycra
• you're always hungry
• you're always eating
• you know how to take a cup of water from a water stop and drink it without choking or spilling it all over yourself
• you know where your illiotibial band is
• you have the number of a physiotherapist saved on your phone
• you have running clothes and shoes in the boot of your car 'just in case'
• you know how far a mile from home is in any direction
• you no longer make fun of bum bags because your running belt looks very similar (although much cooler)

More hits than misses

Trying to swim in the school holidays is always an interesting experience. I gave up after 26 lengths today because it was more like trying to swim in an obstacle course. I lost count of the number of times I was hit with flailing arms and legs, and goggles that were being hurled through the air. I know it must make me sound 100, but I'm sure we were a lot more considerate when we were young!
Over the past few weeks I have written a large number of letters to local businesses explaining what I'm up to, who I'm raising money for, and asking if they would be able to help - either through sponsorship or prizes for raffles. I finally received a reply from one of the supermarket chains...'thank you for the enquiry, but we're unable to help'.
At least they replied, and I understand that these are difficult financial times, but I was rather hoping that the larger companies would be willing to help. If anyone knows of a company looking for some publicity in exchange for some sponsorship, send them my way...!
On a positive note, I'm very grateful to a friend who has been actively promoting my quiz night, and trying to encourage friends to form a team. You know who you are, and thank you xx

The Birmingham half...so near, and yet so far

Yesterday was a difficult day for me. I should have been running in the Birmingham half marathon, but had to pull out because of the ankle injury that has dogged me for the past six weeks. It didn't help that the weather was perfect for a run - a crisp autumn morning with blue skies and sunshine. A quick look at the online photos shows that it was a great success, so well done to everyone who took part.
Having allowed myself a little time to mope around (apologies to the family) it has to be onwards and upwards now.
If nothing else (ankle injury aside) I am a lot fitter than I was six months ago when I began training, and I need to keep that momentum up while I can't run. I did a couple of short high-intensity exercise bike sessions over the weekend, and a longer low-intensity cycle this morning. Cycling doesn't give me the same buzz that running does, but I have to be patient and do what I can while I wait for the tendons to heal.
I'm also trying to get to grips with the fundraising, as there are lots of loose ends and promoting to do.
I am holding a fundraising candle party in just over a week, so it's time to start chasing friends and family to make sure they can still come along. I also need to sign up some more teams for my quiz night in a months time.
I think my day off will be a busy one.

The rules of the road

I got up early today to get some cycling done before work.
I'm slowly learning the rules of 'how to use the exercise bike successfully', and I'll share them with you for free:
Rule number 1...Create a distraction
I've never been a fan of breakfast tv - I much prefer to listen to the radio in the morning - but it is scientifically proven that time passes much quicker when there's something to watch.
Rule number 2...Keep the remote control handy
This is vital for channel hopping when breakfast tv becomes a little too exciting, or for when an inevitable boyband makes an appearance.
Rule number 3...Banish the dog
I'm not quite sure what he thinks the exercise bike is, but he clearly considers it his duty to make me dismount from such a dangerous contraption. To that end, he either barks loudly or steals things like gloves or tea towels and runs madly around with them until I get off.
Rule number 4...Water
If I have a glass of water to hand, I never need it. If I don't, I can guarantee that I'm gasping for liquid refreshment within 2km. I now make sure I have water nearby before I start.
By obeying all four rules today, I managed to complete 18km in 46 minutes, despite still having a very sore right calf after physio.

The long haul

I went for another physio session today, and was put through a whole range of exercises to see how well my ankle is doing. I spent a fair bit of time balanced on one leg on a wobble board with a 2kg weight in each hand. It takes some concentration to stay upright, but, as you know, I like a challenge. The good news is that my ankle continues to improve, and there is now very little swelling after exercising on it.
My posterior tibial tendon is still the bigger concern...apparently tendons take a long time to heal, and I had a grade two tear. I'm nearly six weeks in, but I'm looking at another six weeks before the healing process gets well under way.
In the mean time, I need to do lots of cardiovascular exercises to keep my fitness levels up, so I'll be swimming, using the exercise bike and visiting the gym.
Unfortunately a migraine-type headache wrote off the rest of the afternoon, so it's not been the most productive of days.
My aim for the next few weeks is to keep gently stretching my calf muscles, build up the strength in the muscles around my ankles and not do anything that aggravates the tendon. I'm in the process of drawing up a comprehensive list of activities to avoid, starting with washing up, ironing, gardening, vacuuming....

Brrr already

The new training schedule is now printed off and stuck up on the fridge, and all the family will be checking up on my progress on a daily basis. No excuses are allowed!
I didn't get chance to go for a walk at lunch time, so as soon as I got home from work I went straight back out...I knew today that pausing to sit down for a minute/open the post/start the tea would have meant not going out at all. I am the queen of excuses if I give myself half a chance.
Winter is definitely on it's way; dusk was already falling, and there was a real chill in the air. I didn't put my Garmin watch on, so can only estimate that I walked for about one and a half miles, and I kept up a good pace. I was certainly nice and warm by the time I got back home, and I felt very pleased with myself for making the effort to go out.
Gold star for me today :o)

Six months to go...

The 2011 London Marathon is six months today.
I am not the sort of person who usually sets long term goals. I believe very much that what will be will be, regardless of the plans we make, and on that basis I have always tried to live a day at a time and not think ahead too much.
Preparing for the marathon is forcing me to make plans, and it doesn't come naturally.
I have now finalised my training schedule for the next 26 weeks, and can't help but wonder what the next six months will bring.
Will my ankle continue to improve, or will it cause problems all the way through?
Will my fundraising be successful, or will I be struggling to reach my target?
Six months today, is it really possible that I will be in London clutching a finishers medal?
If you had told me six months ago that I'd have a place in the 2011 London Marathon I'd have laughed. My asthma was a real challenge, and I couldn't even run to the end of the road.
This week I swam a mile, rode for 16km on the exercise bike and didn't get breathless once.
So, what will the next six months bring...?
What goals do you have...?

Quiztastic

The training is progressing slowly, but the fundraising events are really starting to pick up speed.
I booked my venue for a quiz night today, and spent the afternoon designing the flier and sending out the invites. The date is set for 19th November, so it's not long to go.
I'm allowing up to five people in a team, and the venue holds up to 60 people, so I hope I'll get quite a few teams taking part. Even if I reach capacity it should be manageable, and it is my first attempt at setting and running a quiz, so any more than that would be terrifying.
I'm planning on 5 rounds, then the main course, followed by another 5 rounds and the dessert. I'm not sure yet if I should mark the papers myself, or get teams to swap papers and mark each others.
It's exciting that I've already had some interest, and I have friends working on putting teams together.
So...
question number one - what do they call the 20 mile point in a marathon?
answer - half way

The magic mile

I've taken it fairly easy over the last couple of days, and just done some gentle walking.
I know my ankle isn't quite right, but I've been rubbing arnica cream into it three or four times a day and the tendon feels a bit less sore.
My colleagues and I won an award for 'Innovation' at work, and yesterday was the presentation ceremony. I decided that it would be inappropriate to turn up in my best outfit paired with trainers, so chose the lowest of my high heels. I made sure I sat down as much as possible, and there don't seem to be any adverse effects on my ankle today.
I headed off to the swimming pool this morning with the intention of doing 40-44 lengths (1200-1320m), but seemed to make it to 40 lengths fairly comfortably...so I kept going...and going...until I'd reached the 54 lengths (1620m), which is equal to a mile.
The best bit...? I wasn't breathless at any point.
A few months ago my asthma stopped me from reaching a third of that distance, so I'm really thrilled.
Now I just need a volunteer to go shopping for me this afternoon, as I'm not sure I can make it round the supermarket pushing a trolley!!

Your starter for 10...

I took it easy on Saturday, exercise wise, as I'm very aware that the orthotics are altering the way I walk and my ankle was quite tender.

I went for a gentle walk on Sunday afternoon - just a mile and a half - to see how I got on. It was lovely to be out in the fresh air, but my ankle was a little swollen by the time I got home.

Yesterday I jumped on the exercise bike, and did a 45 minute cycle, covering 16km. At least non-impact exercise doesn't cause any trouble to my ankle, so I was able to have a reasonable workout without any worries that I was storing up trouble for later.

I think I'll try a short walk again this morning, then rest my ankle up for a while before I head into work.

Plans are coming together for a quiz night. I've got two potential venues; one close to home that will charge a small fee for the hire of the room, but I can provide the food, and the second a few miles from home where I can use the room for free, but we will pay them to provide food. I'm getting a few more details from both before I decide which way to jump.

I've started putting together quiz questions, and am working on the basis of ten rounds of ten questions, including a picture round. It's really good fun searching for facts and figures, but difficult to strike a balance between easy enough so that everyone will do fairly well, but not too hard that everyone complains!

I know that I'm not in tip top form at the moment, but it's a good job I'm not easily offended...the company that I ordered my orthotics from sent me a brochure this morning. Do you think they're trying to tell me something???

Gym day

I was up bright and early this morning, and headed off to the gym.
I worked my way around the cardiovascular equipment - a few minutes each on the rowing machine, exercise bike, stepper, cross trainer and arm bike. It took me every ounce of willpower to keep away from the treadmill; I'm not allowed back on until Monday.
Have you noticed that gyms have discovered a very effective way of keeping their turnover of customers high? They all either blast out thumping music, or play horrific programmes on a tv. Today we were inflicted with Jeremy Kyle on a 50 inch screen, and trust me, I pedalled hard. At least the sound was off, and I avoided reading the subtitles for most of the time.
I made some more fundraising enquiries this afternoon, and then had a practice run making some cakes (I'm hoping to do a cake sale at some point in the next six months). I would post a photo of them, but we've eaten them all. I can at least confirm that they tasted good.

To row, or not to row?

Today was 'finger digging into tendon' day again. The bruise from last week hadn't completely faded, so it was a double dose of ouch.
My treat today was a bit of running on the treadmill. I had a seven minute fast walk to warm up, then alternated between two minutes of running and two minutes of walking for three sets. I am as graceful on a treadmill as an elephant on a tightrope, and I spent the entire time terrified that I was going to fall flat on my face. (I'm pleased to report that I didn't.) It felt so good to be running again, even if only for a few minutes.
It was quite unnerving having my running style analysed, but my physio has given me plenty of advice about changing my stride length, landing in a certain way and keeping my posture upright, which should make a big difference to my long-term running ability.
I also did some more balancing exercises, and ten sets of calf exercises.
"How does that feel?" my physio asked.
"Umm...it feels like the back of my leg is on fire."
"Good" said he.
Really? Not from where I was sitting!
After much consideration, we have decided that I won't run in the Birmingham half marathon. If London wasn't so important I'd probably take the risk and hope for the best, but I have to prioritise. I'm gutted because I've worked so hard to train, but I have to look on the bright side and think that I've now got a good fitness base to build on for my London training schedule.
I have permission to cycle, swim, walk and row as much as I want. (Just to clarify, that's 'row' as in use a rowing machine, not 'row' as in queue up, or 'row' as in argue. Shame. I think I'd have more endurance at the arguing, although hubby probably wouldn't be impressed.)
I'm restricted to using a treadmill twice a week, and must drop the stretching exercises to alternate days. I should be able to build up the running gradually over the next few weeks, but only on a treadmill to minimise the impact. Watch this space for news of a broken nose...I think falling off is almost inevitable.
My final bit of news today is that I have the orthotics fitted in my running shoes. How can I describe them? It's like walking with stones in my shoes, and my legs are already aching from the changes to my posture, but it should help to prevent a reoccurence of this kind of biomechanical injury.
I'm not entirely sure what biomechanics are - I gave up physics 'A' level after a year - but it sounds like I know what I'm talking about, doesn't it?

A change, but not a rest

This morning was spent planning and plotting for fundraising, and a few phone calls and emails brought me a step closer to either a skittles evening, or a quiz night...or maybe both. I've not pictured myself as a quiz master before, although I'm an avid University Challenge watcher and always try to get at least three questions correct per show.
Friends and family...this is advance warning. Start brushing up on your general knowledge, kings and queens, celebrity gossip and sport.
I spent some time this afternoon revising my marathon training schedule. I'm doing a lot of research and reading around, and am trying to tailor a plan that fits in around my other comitments. I'm also trying to build a good core of fitness while minimising the risk of injury.
Exercise today was swimming. My best friend and I headed to a local swimming pool, which at 30 metres is slightly longer than the pool we usually go to. Three quarters of an hour later we had swum 40 lengths...three quarters of a mile. I'm looking forward to the day that I can report that I've swum a mile.

Same old, same old

There's not much to tell, I'm afraid, hence the lack of posts.
The dodgy tibial tendon is still sore to the touch following Thursday's trip to see the sports physio, but I'm hoping that the strengthening exercises are starting to build up my stability. I'm still doing them twice a day, and am also balancing on one leg whenever I get the opportunity. If nothing else, it embarrasses the children when we're standing in queues.
Exercise wise, I've only been using the exercise bike over the last three days. I've been averaging about 12km in 30 minutes, and am gradually increasing the resistance so that I'm pedaling harder each time. Sadly it's working on the wrong leg muscles to aid my running, but anything has to be better than nothing.
Yesterday saw a little exercise of a different kind - breaking up a concrete step with a kango jack hammer! Now that's what I call a real work out!

Torture time again

Today was my second appointment with the sports physio, and I was put through my paces again. Lots of stretching exercises, and...drum roll...some jogging on the mini trampoline.
The session ended with some more ultrasound treatment and massage along the tibial tendon. Sadly the massage has made it sore again, but I'm assured that it's all part of the healing process. At least I've not been wrapped in plasters this week.
Unfortunately, the orthotics I'd ordered are out of stock until December, so I've placed a new order with a different company. They should arrive in the next few days, and the physio will adapt them for me.
If all goes well, I'll be able to try running on the treadmill next week. Until then, I'm allowed to put walks back into my routine. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I went for a two mile walk in the sunshine this afternoon. Mmmm! Lovely!
I've asked around to see if any friends have a mini trampoline that I can borrow for a while. If not, I'm thinking of investing in one. They're a great way of jogging without the high impact, and all-round good fun.

The mysterious world of the swimming pool

Despite my best intentions, I didn't manage to get to the gym at lunch time yesterday (my morning meeting was a little longer than expected), so I spent 40 minutes on the exercise bike at home instead. My fitness levels must be improving because I'm able to work at a higher intensity for longer, but it's still not as much fun as running.
I did manage a little run yesterday - I ran upstairs to answer the phone! - and was encouraged by the fact that my ankle didn't hurt. Surely I must be able to get back to proper training soon?
We went for a family swim this evening, and I clocked up 44 lengths. I could have happily kept going, but the parking ticket was in danger of running out. I'm not a fast swimmer so never feel qualified enough to venture into the lanes, but I'm sure I must have swum the equivalent of an extra five lengths playing 'dodge the human obstacles'. Why do older ladies feel the need to pay to swim, and then stand in the middle of the pool chatting? And how do they manage to swim without getting their hair wet? Answers on a postcard...

Stretched to the limit

I have finally removed all traces of the supportive strapping on my leg, and am pleased with how much better my ankle is feeling. I've been a good girl, and have been keeping up with my stretching exercises, as well as doing plenty of cycling. Even so, I can't help but feel that I've lost a lot of fitness over the last two weeks (is it only two weeks?), and if I make it to the start line of the half marathon I'll be happy to alternate between walking and running.
I've not done any 'proper' exercise today; I'd hoped to go to the gym at lunch time, but was just too busy, and there was only time for a quick stop at home before heading back out to my writing group this evening. I promise to make time tomorrow to go to the gym.
I have been dreaming up some more fundraising ideas, and plan to chat to a couple of local restaurants in the hope of enlisting their help. It's all top secret at the moment, but you'll be the first to know if this plan comes together.

Car booting

The 5am alarm call signalled the start of 'Operation Car Boot', and youngest child and I crept out of the house and made it to Worcester for 6am...to find that nearly everyone else had already arrived and set up. People must camp overnight to get the 'best' pitches.
Arranging everything into boxes at home paid dividends as unpacking was done by moonlight, and within a couple of minutes we made our first sale.
The sunrise brought some very welcome warmth, and more customers, and by 9am the field was buzzing with activity.
I'd created posters to explain about my fundraising, and they definitely helped to draw attention to my table. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting to people, and the fundraising and marathon training proved to be an excellent talking point. On more than one occasion I was told to 'keep the change' for the charity, and three lovely people simply made donations.
The two ladies at the table 'next door' offered to pass on my details to a friend who runs Karaoke evenings, and they think he'll offer a good discount for a fundraising event. It would certainly be fun, so I'll let you know if I organise anything.
All too soon it was midday, and time to pack up. I'd been given so many fantastic donations, and most of them had sold...but how much had I raised?
On the way home I tried to guess an amount. £50? Maybe £75?
I was amazed and delighted to count up the total...£180! That gets my fundraising off to a flying start, and I'll certainly plan another car boot sale - possibly at the start of December.
But for now...I'm off to have a little snooze!!

Packed and ready to go

This morning was the first time to be glad that I'm banned from running at the moment...it was pouring with rain and freezing cold! I have, however, been working hard on the exercise bike and doing my ankle-strengthening exercises.
My ankle is starting to feel stronger, although the tendon is still sore.
In the last two days I've been doing the rounds collecting goodies for my car boot sale. Friends and family have been very generous, and I have some fantastic items to sell.
Fitting it all in the car was reminiscent of packing to go on holiday...you know you have to fit it all in there somehow, but there was a lot of arranging, re-arranging, shifting and twisting before the boot of the car would close.
The car boot sale tomorrow is my first big fundraising attempt, and we need to be in Worcester for 6am (gulp!) I've not done a car boot before, so I'm quite nervous, and I hope it doesn't rain.
My youngest daughter has kindly volunteered to help out, and I have left a small-child-sized space in a corner of the car for her. I have appointed her as chief organiser, and it's her job to keep the table looking its best through the morning. I'm hoping by the time she gets home she'll have honed her skills enough to tidy her room.
So...if you're near Blackpole, Worcester in the morning, come and say hello (and bring your pennies and buy something). If not, I'll let you all know how I get on tomorrow.

No pain, no gain

Armed with the knowledge that there is no fracture to my ankle, I made an appointment with a recommended sports physio, and went to see him this morning.
He was so positive I could have hugged him, but I'm sure he was very glad that I didn't!

He went through the background of my injury, and instantly identified the source of the problem - too much pressure going through my posterior tibialis tendon.

'Does it hurt if I press on the tendon here?' he asked, digging a finger somewhere mid-calf, then scraped me off the ceiling so that I could nod my head as tears streamed down my face.

I already know that I overpronate when I run, but the physio tells me this is exacerbated when I get tired, and has resulted in too much strain on the poor tendon that runs from the bottom of my foot, past my ankle, and up to my knee.

But...it is possible to get it sorted :o)
Half an hour of exercises followed, and then I got the chance to get my breath back while he carried out some ultrasound treatment.

I explained that my main goal is the London Marathon in April, but that I have been training for the last few months towards the Birmingham half marathon.

'Oh that's still five weeks away...you might still be fine for that,' he said. Hoorah! It'll be two weeks before he can tell me for sure, but it sounds more hopeful than I had imagined.

I'll be getting an orthotic next week - a support to go inside my shoe to help support under my foot - and I've got a list of daily exercises to build up the muscles around my ankle.

Until then, I'm trussed up like a turkey with plasters all around my foot and leg, and I'm not allowed to take them off until Sunday. Interesting.

Does my ankle hurt? Oh yes! But I know I'm getting excellent care and advice, and I'm finally hopeful that it'll all be ok in the end!

The good news...and the bad news

I went to Selly Oak outpatients today for my Xray, and was very impressed by how quickly I was seen. I went prepared with a chunky novel and a large supply of chocolate, half expecting to have finished both by the time I was seen, but was called through within minutes.
The radiographer took a couple of Xrays, disappeared for a few minutes, then returned to deliver the results.
The good news is there is no evidence of a fracture, but the bad news is clear signs of ligament damage.
I think I have to accept that the Birmingham half marathon is now out of the question, and I'll have to reassess my training. I'm hoping the GP will refer me for physio, but it might take some weeks to get an appointment. I'm determined not to lose fitness while my ankle heals - I want to 'hit the ground running' as soon as possible - so if anyone has any good advice, let me know!

Ankle update

The plot thickens. It appears that rest, ice, ibuprofen and Battenburg are not enough, and my ankle is now swelling up at an alarming rate.
A quick trip to the doctors this afternoon has resulted in an appointment for an Xray on Wednesday. The doctor was fairly happy that there can't be any breaks, but better safe than sorry.
Hmm...this definitely wasn't part of the training plan.
There's not much else to report, so I'll let you know how Wednesday goes (although the results probably won't be back with the doctor until Friday).
At least I have a good excuse to be waited on!

Mrs Unmotivated

This morning was a perfect day for a run. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and it was a crisp 8 degrees. Such a shame that a) I still can't run, and b) I was on my way to work.
By the time I got home, all motivation had left me, and a lot of procrastination followed before any exercise was achieved.
I settled on half an hour on the exercise bike at a fairly steady pace, and cycled 12km. I always feel better for doing something, and even though it wasn't as much fun as a run in the fresh air it did clear my head a bit.
I've started to pay some serious attention to stretching out my ankles and calves, and followed it all with plenty of ice and elevation. (The Battenburg has all gone, so I ate jelly buttons instead. I hope they're a suitable alternative.)
I'm quite sad that I can't go out for my long run in the morning. Having said that, my usual route would have been out of bounds anyway...all because some old chap from the Vatican is coming to the local park.

Improving slowly

It seems that rest, ice, ibuprofen and Battenburg cake are doing their work, and I'm back to walking comfortably. I'm still a bit reticent to put too much pressure through my ankle - and I'll be sticking to low impact exercises for a few days longer - but there are definite improvements.
I've only missed out on two runs, but it seems like for ever since I've been out and I miss my routine.

To feel that I'd done something, I did an hour of yoga today. It was very relaxing, but highlighted how tight that right leg is from ankle to calf. I've also been reading up on exercises to strengthen my ankles in the hope that I'll be able to avoid this kind of injury in the future. Apparently tracing the alphabet in the air with your toes is a good exercise, although they don't specify upper or lower case. Maybe I'll alternate to cover all bases.

I've been trying to use my enforced rest time productively by sorting out some more fundraising ideas. I find it awkward asking people to sponsor me as I know how tight cash is for everyone, but I thought I could ask people to save their small change for me over the next few months, then donate the total to my fundraising.

I've collected tins (opened by my Pampered Chef tin opener so there are no sharp edges!) and designed a label to go on them. So - look out, friends and family - I'll soon be asking you to collect pennies in my limited edition tins :o)

New shoes...again

I went back to the running shop this morning and the staff couldn't have been more helpful. They ran the gait analysis again to confirm that I'd got the right type of shoe, then let me exchange the ones I got last week for a different pair.
The new, new shoes are the same make as my trusty old ones (new balance), and I've already begun to wear them round the house to break them in gently.
I'm assured that the lack of swelling in my ankle is a positive sign, and I've been advised to rest it completely for a couple of days while applying cold compresses to help it heal. I'm not sure he specifically mentioned eating Battenburg cake, too, but I'm giving it a go. Better safe than sorry.
While I was in the shop, a fellow runner came over for a chat, gave me a copy of his running club's newsletter, and told me about a runner who posts helpful training info (including ankle strengthening exercises) on youtube. I'll have a look at that later, and will pass on the details if it looks good.
So...total rest tomorrow. Any volunteers to peel grapes for me?

One of those days :o(

If I tell you that I was at work from 8.30 this morning, and the first thing that went right was at quarter to three this afternoon, it's fair to say that it hasn't been the best of days.
My calf muscle is still a bit sore and knotty, but is much better, but my ankle isn't great. Having put my running shoes on for the first time today since my long run, I wonder if I've found the cause...the tongue on my new shoes sits just under my ankle, but as I walk it nudges against my ankle. It's only slight, but multiply lots of nudges over lots of miles, and it could just be the trigger.
I think a return trip to the running shop tomorrow for some advice is on the cards.
I went swimming this evening, and within the first two lengths I was getting bad cramp in my toes. I persisted to 26 lengths, but it just wouldn't go away. The water was colder than usual, and I decided enough was enough.
The good news today is that I ordered an Asthma UK t-shirt and collecting tin ready for my car boot sale, and they arrived in the post today. I'm really impressed by the help I've already had from Asthma UK, and am looking forward to my marathon journey with them.

Taking it easy

Did I mention a bit of an achy ankle after Sunday's run? It got worse. It didn't help that I had a painful knot in my calf, either, and spent most of the day in high heels while out (but they are lovely purple shoes...I'm sure the girlies will understand!)
By yesterday morning I was feeling very sorry for myself, and was very grateful for a regular dose of ibuprofen.
In my usual keep-everything-in-proportion style, I had decided by lunch time that my running career was doomed. Fortunately, my best friend arrived in the evening armed with an infrared massager, which provided great relief to my knotty calf muscle. Resting my ankle all evening under a hot water bottle proved helpful, too, and although it was still a bit uncomfortable this morning, the improvement is clear.
I've decided that I'll stick to low impact exercising for the next couple of days. I did a very gentle 2.5km on the exercise bike early this morning, left it a while, then did a further 7.5km. My ankle feels easier for keeping it flexible, but I'm still very aware of it being 'not quite right'.
I'm planning a swim tomorrow, and will see how it feels after another day of rest.
So, lessons learned:
1) Spend more time stretching after a run
2) Limit wearing high heels (maybe)
3) Always keep a supply of chocolate on hand (I really needed some to cheer me up yesterday, and hadn't got any)
In all seriousness, I must spend more time stretching. I'm very undisciplined, and I'm sure that made matters worse this week.

Just five more minutes...

I knew it would be difficult to get up early for a run today - I was thinking up 'reasons' not to go last night - and when I woke up at 6.15am, the temptation to roll over and go back to sleep was almost too much.
Somehow I made myself get up, and within 20 minutes of being out I was glad I had. Although there was a chill in the air, the early morning sun was already warm, and the view over Birmingham - with sunlight glinting off windows - was superb.
I ran almost the same route as last Sunday, but included an extra detour, taking the mileage up to 9.25miles. It took an hour and 52mins, and after a slow start the last 5 miles flew by.
My faster mid-week runs and hill work sessions are really starting to pay off, as the longer slow runs are starting to feel much easier. Today gives me hope that the half marathon in six weeks time will be achievable.
I've had a nagging ache in my ankle all day (although it was fine while I was running) and I hope resting it will sort it out. I think a well-deserved early night is on the cards.

New shoes!

My old running shoes have served me well - we've run a lot of miles together - but it's time for a new pair. These should last me 4-500 miles, so should get me through the winter, and I'll look at getting a new pair about 6 weeks before the marathon.
I overpronate when I run - my feet roll inwards too much - so I get running shoes that have good support under the arch of my foot, and this helps to prevent injuries.
I had intended to go for an early morning run, but it was raining, and I couldn't bear the thought of my new shoes getting wet (!) so I delayed until lunch time. In the end it was a good decision because I ran today's 3.2miles in the dry.
The postman had been when I got home, and my 'Welcome to the team' letter and fundraising pack were waiting for me. It'll be good to be part of a bigger team, and I hope there'll be someone else local so that we can run some of the training miles together.
(The letter begins: Welcome to Asthma UK's Marathon team, Congratulations on being accepted for one of our Gold Bond places. You are now part of our Asthma UK team for the London Marathon on 17th April 2011! This year we are hoping to field a team of 370 runners, which would be our biggest team yet.) Exciting, eh?

Today marks the end of this weeks training, and I get to put my feet up tomorrow - hoorah!
It's now only 6 weeks to the Birmingham Half Marathon so not much time for rest...I've got another long run planned for Sunday.

Fundraising cards

Look closely...these are my fundraising cards (in their own silver card holder!) They give my blog and 'Just Giving' web pages, and I think they'll be great for handing out and attaching to letters. I have 250 to give away, so hopefully by the time I've got through them I'll be well on my way to reaching my fundraising target.
I made a couple of phone calls this morning, and now have a table booked for my car boot sale on 25th September. I've never done a car boot sale before, but I'm assured that it's good fun.
I'm starting to get a nice collection together of items that I'll be selling. Thank you to friends who have already donated goodies, and thank you to those of you who are finding items for me.
Exercise today was swimming at lunch time. I'm not much of a swimmer - I can never coordinate the breathing and swallow copious amounts of water - but I managed 40 lengths (in a 25 metre pool). I'm hoping to build up to 64 lengths (1 mile) over the next few weeks. I very nearly skived today, but am glad I didn't. I felt more energised after swimming that I did before I went.

The dog says 'Please make a donation...I'll get an extra long walk for every £10 raised'

...go on...make a donation for Asthma UK...you know you want to :o)

The fundraising begins...

Today has been my day off, so first on my list of jobs was a haircut so that I can actually see where I'm running. Every little helps :o)
I set off mid-morning for today's run with the aim of covering about 5 miles. My plan was to do a couple of miles slowly (about 12 mins/mile), then alternate between a faster run (9.30 to 10mins/mile) for quarter of a mile, followed by a couple of minutes walking to get my pulse rate back down.

I run with my trusty Garmin Forerunner (other GPS watches are available!), and couldn't quite understand how I was easily running at a pace of 10.30min/mile. Had my session at the gym yesterday unleashed some hidden source of energy?

I ran on, and checked again. I was still running easily, and averaging 10.34min/mile. Maybe the clouds were interfering with the GPS signal.

It took me another couple of minutes to realise that I'd got the wrong display up, and I was actually looking at the time. D'oh!

The first two and a half miles seemed like really hard work today, but then I got into my stride and ran the 5 miles in just under an hour. I'm happy with that for a mid-week run.

And so to fundraising. The thought of raising large amounts of money is now keeping me awake at night (literally), so I decided that the best course of action is just to bite the bullet and start asking for help.

Plan #1: Letter writing to local companies/businesses. I've written my first serious letter asking for help with fundraising, and it will be handed in tomorrow. It's unbelievably difficult to know what to say, and how to ask. I feel terribly cheeky, but Asthma UK is a great charity, and I'm determined not to let them down. I'm hopeful that I'll receive a positive response, and I'll let you know if/when I hear anything.

Plan #2: Car boot sale. I've already asked friends and family to donate items to my car boot sale, and will be setting up a stall at the start of October. I'm now heading into the loft to see what I can find to add to my sale. I hope there are no spiders waiting for me up there.

Face your fears!

I can't believe how nervous I was by the time I got to work. I arrived early and went straight to the gym for my induction, lest I find a reason to back out.
Paperwork completed, I was 'let loose' on all the equipment with the reassurance that I could shout for help if I needed to.
In a room full of regular gym attendees, I decided that starting on familiar ground was the safest option and made a beeline for the treadmill. Within moments I was regretting my decision. When I run outside, I decide when to start, how fast to go, and when to slow down for a breather. The hamster inside the treadmill runs on regardless of how out of breath you are. I ran for 5 minutes, but was feeling increasingly seasick. Give me pavements any day.
My second choice was the stepper, but this turned out to be an instrument of torture. I only managed 3 minutes before collapsing into a heap at the side.
With only 5 minutes left, my third and final choice was the rowing machine - mainly because I got to sit down on it. What can I say...I was born to row! I now adore the rowing machine, and as it was recommended to me as 'a really good all-round-low-impact option' I think I'll be putting it at the top of my cross training list.
What had I been nervous about? I only wish I could have stayed longer.
Promising to return next week, I headed back to the office to start my day at work.

Pre-gym nerves

My calves are a bit tight after yesterdays long run, and being sat at my desk all day probably hasn't helped, but I'm pleased not to be feeling any adverse effects.
We'd planned to go swimming this evening, but mixed up the swimming pool opening times. This evening was set aside for over 40's, and then women only. I'm guessing hubby and I would have got away with joining the over 40's session, hubby would have struggled to get into the women only session (but I'm sure he'd have given it a good go), but the children would have had no chance with either. Swimming will have to wait for another day.
I was determined to do something this evening, so settled for a steady 5km on the exercise bike and some gentle stretching.
Tomorrow is filling me with dread, as I'm booked for an induction session at the work gym. I'm fortunate to have free use, but last week was the first time I'd ventured through the doors. The gym instructor was very welcoming, gave me a tour round...then booked my induction session. Gulp.
My only experience of a gym was last year on holiday, when I found myself on the stepper next to Ms Fit. Four minutes in, I was wheezing and a lighter shade of beetroot while she was the equivalent of half way up Snowdon. I quietly stepped down and returned to the pool side.
I need to do build cross training into my training schedule, but this takes me right out of my comfort zone.
Tune in tomorrow to see how I get on!

Early starts

Yesterday we were out all day at the Black Country Museum, so I had a 'rest day'. More than one person in our group questioned if a fish and chip supper, followed by lemon meringue pie and cream, was included in my runners diet plan, but I assured them that it was (and convinced myself when I got home that half a box of butter fudge was also good for training purposes).
I was awake bright and early this morning, and was out running by quarter to seven. It was a beautiful morning, and there's something about being up and about when everyone else is still in bed.
Fifteen minutes into the run my phone started to vibrate. My service provider always seems to time their reminders to me to top up/upgrade my phone/see their latest offer for when I'm out running, so I ignored it at first. The caller was persistent, so I stopped to answer it...maybe something was wrong at home. No. I'd set my alarm for 7am in case I didn't wake up, and had forgotten to turn it off. Grr.
That sorted, the rest of the run passed fairly uneventfully. (Just one wolf whistle today. What is the etiquette for joggers? Should I turn and say 'thank you' or jog on pretending not to hear?) I set out in the opposite direction this morning, through a housing estate, then up into Northfield. There's a nice mile stretch downhill towards Longbridge, followed by the dreaded 2 mile slow uphill climb. At least the last half mile is mainly downhill.
So, 7.5 miles in 1hr 32mins. Not bad for my long slow run, and a good start to my exercise week.
Now time for a cuppa before the day begins...

Money well spent

It's been a busy day today.
I took eldest daughter to buy trainers ready for school on Monday, and bagged myself a bargain - some half price capri running leggings. It's only about six weeks since I bought the last pair, but my waist has shrunk an inch since then and during the last few runs I'd been spending more time hoiking the old pair up than I had running.
I ran at lunch time today (without having to worry that my trousers were slipping to my knees without me noticing). I did three miles of interval training (one mile warm-up, then run for a minute flat out, walk for 30 seconds, run, walk, run, walk...you get the idea).
My route took me past the traffic island at Longbridge, and the flower-covered mini. It marks the half way point on that particular run, but also means that the next three quarters of a mile is uphill...very uphill. The sun was behind clouds when I first went out, but within quarter of a mile the clouds dispersed and it was cooking.
This evening I went to my lovely friend's baby shower. Lots of fun, and chinese takeaway...yum!

Friends from afar

The summer holidays are drawing to a close, and my youngest daughter has moved on to secondary school. I felt a little nervous as she waved goodbye this morning, but she took it all in her stride and had a great time.
I had set today aside as a 'ticking jobs off the to-do list' day, and I'm pleased to report that I managed to stay focused until at least half of the jobs were done.
As a reward for my near-diligence, I treated myself to a magazine for women runners, and sat in the sunshine reading up on all the things I've been doing wrong. Warming up? Stretching? Eating well? Looks like I've got some research to do before I transform into a honed and toned athlete.
Exercise today took the form of a 10km cycle on the exercise bike. Anyone who knows me will confirm that this is the only safe way for me to ride a bike as I am completely unable to simultaneously pedal, steer and avoid traffic. Shame, really, as the weather has been absolutely beautiful.
When I logged into my blog this evening I was excited to see that it has already been viewed from as far afield as Canada and the United States. I'd love visitors to leave a 'hello' in the comments section, and I'd like to say thank you to anyone who's taking the time to read through my ramblings.

'You know...that long run'

From: Wednesday 1st September

Word is already starting to get around that I've got a place in the London Marathon.
I was at a library meeting this afternoon, and colleagues kindly offered sponsorship...on the condition that I run in a convict outfit. Hmm. I'll have to think about that one. I've a feeling I could be making enough of a fool of myself without entering into the realms of fancy dress.
Tonight was one of the last evenings for hubby to have a Wednesday evening sail - the nights are already drawing in, and trying to de-rig in the dark is no fun. I took the opportunity to run down to the sailing club. It's only three miles, but the first mile is up a steep hill, and it was a very warm evening.
The last time I ran that route I took 40 minutes, but tonight I managed to shave five and a half minutes off. Not bad, but I was a little wheezy by the time I got there.
Sadly the lake was like a millpond, and the rescue boats had to tow the sailors back to shore after an hour.
At least we've had one good laugh today. My best friend announced to her Mum that I'd got a gold bond place to run... in the Grand National.

'I'll just check my emails...'

...and waiting for me in the inbox was a new message, titled 'Your London Marathon Application'.
I opened it with a sinking feeling. It was only just over a week since I'd sent my application in. I didn't really expect to be successful, but I didn't expect to be rejected so quickly, either.
I scanned the email, read it more carefully, and then read it aloud.
'We'd really like to offer you a place on our London Marathon Team, if you're still keen to join us.'
I was in! Asthma UK had offered me a place on their team. Was I still keen? Oh yes!
Much jumping up and down followed, along with a couple of phone calls and a quick announcement on Facebook.
I have watched the London Marathon for years and always thought 'one day, I'd like to run that', but I'm not sure I ever believed I'd get the opportunity.
In this blog I hope to chart the ups and downs of the next few months - the training and the fundraising - and I hope you'll make the journey with me.