Looking at my sleeping toddler, spread akimbo over the sofa, I could well be referring to the blissful quietness in my lounge right now. But I’m not! My silence has been deafening of late …..
I must apologise for dropping off the face of the planet for the last couple of months. I started back at work full-time and in amongst the madness of trying to juggle that and family life, everything else fell off the agenda. My running ceased, my weight crept up and my comfort eating went into overdrive – bad combination.
But I am back … with a vengeance. It was that, or be dissected by my ever shrinking jeans! I am pleased to announce that the diet has been rekindled and I am now down to the lightest I have been in over 4 years! I am no longer classed as ‘obese’ (although I struggled with fitting into that bracket to start with) and am now simply ‘overweight’ – losing 17 lbs over the last few weeks already. Just another 52lb to go! 🙂 And the best thing … I have the running bug again, which is probably a good thing, given I have the Great North Run to complete in little over a month.
And so, it’s time to get back to the writing too …. watch this space! 🙂
Well it was only a matter of time before the demands started. Now three years old, going on sixteen, my toddler is a Disney Junior Channel marketer’s dream. As the end of the ‘Let’s Cook Ice Cream Parlour’ advert flicked off the screen, I knew it was just a matter of time .
I lasted a few days to be fair. Normally I’d have more sense – I still remember my frequent childhood disappointments over similar ‘toys’. But my little one’s excited face, and my inner need to complete another challenge, led to the inevitable trip to Toys R Us.
I’m not too sure what I was thinking when I decided it would be a good idea to set myself challenge 8 – make ice cream from scratch. But a woman true to her word, and an ice-cream obsessed toddler in tow – what the hell!
So we are now the proud owner of a children’s ice-cream maker. Did you see the picture at the top of this post? Well, it’s fair to say – we didn’t make it.
It sounded so easy on the box. Doesn’t it always? A ton of double cream, whole milk and sugar later (mega healthy!), I had a runny mess and a disappointed boy! Round two was slightly more successful – a runny mess, with the odd frozen lump of slush in it.
So another ‘toy’ has been relegated to the depths of the garage! I did ‘toy’ with being cheeky and striking the challenge off the list, but as the attempts were less than successful I thought that would be a bit naughty of me.
I think next time I’ll resort to good old-fashioned manual means. Hopefully I might get something a bit more solid and frozen in return for my hard work. I can live in hope! 🙂
My new toy arrived in the post yesterday and it’s going to be my muscles’ new best friend. I’ve been eyeing up one of these for a while, finally giving into the urge to hit the ‘buy now’ button earlier this week. So ‘The Beast’ has arrived. That sounds like some dodgy sex toy doesn’t it? But it’s nothing quite so exciting – this is my new foam roller. Aptly named, as it’s going to beast my sore over-used muscles into submission.
I’m finally back in action, after a couple of months of muscle recuperation, and with a busy summer of races ahead the training is on! This time I’ve had a eureka moment and realise I need to change my philosophy. I now know, without good foundations, I’m going to set myself up for nothing but problems. I’m taking it slowly, easing my mileage up gently, whilst religiously stretching for at least ten minutes every day. Now I have my new muscle pounder to throw into my daily routine.
It’s one of those masochistically enjoyable past-times. It hurts like hell, but it feels good all at the same time. I paid about £15 for my one and that’s got to be a financially sound investment. At £40 a pop for a session with the sports massage therapist, I’m hoping this is going to keep the professionals at bay and save my bank balance at the same time.
There are a great range of exercises you can do with it, which work all those pesky muscles and I’m definitely feeling some relief from it already. Let’s hope long-term this helps me get back on form ready for the season ahead. And with three weeks in a row of races in June (Summer Wolf, Water Wipeout and Trailblazer) I’ll be needing all the help I can get!
I just need to get it back off my little boy, as he’s taken a bit of a shine to it. 🙂
I’m tired, irritable and haven’t eaten for over 10 hours. ‘I need some serious appeasing,’ are the first words out of my mouth as I stroll into the volunteer tent to sign off for my shift. Luckily I’m greeted with a warm smile, a big hug and lots of thanks and appreciation. I feel myself calm a little …. the £15 of food vouchers I’m offered are enough to dampen the final embers of my foul mood. A small pizza and a burger later, at ‘after-party’ food prices, I’m all vouchered out and my mood is fifty percent restored. All I need now is some sleep. But looking around me at all the muddy, wet and exhausted looking bodies stumbling over the finish line, I realise things could be worse!
This weekend I found myself volunteering at Rat Race’s Dirty Weekend. Set in the grounds of the rather stunning Burghley House, I had visions of a pleasant spring weekend of leisurely volunteering. Yeah right! Dirty Weekend claims to be the world’s biggest obstacle course race – ’20 miles, 200 obstacles’ – and is set amidst a full on festival weekend of mud, music and booze – and on this occasion, plenty of rain too.
I might as well admit it now – I’m not big on volunteering – it’s just not my thing. Whilst I appreciate the crucial role that volunteers play in many walks of life, I also know from the other side of the coin how they can be sorely under-appreciated at times. For many, knowing the benefit they’re bringing is enough of a reward, but for me it’s all a bit too bittersweet for my liking. I didn’t suddenly have a revelatory u-turn moment, I was just being selfish – I wanted the £100 volunteer credit! The plan – to use it to join in the fun and games first hand in 2015 (crossing off challenge number 11 in the process).
Registrations was where I applied to help out on and this was where I spent my first shift (friday 2pm-10pm) and the start of my second shift (Saturday 6am-11.30am). Eeek! The buzz of pre-run nerves and pre-festival excitement vibed through the air. With the added benefit of a friendly team, who were full of life and raring to go (most of which were running in the final wave too – nutters!), it was great fun. Registrations was a well oiled machine, running smoothly and with minimal hiccups along the way. This was my type of volunteering – clean, dry, happy and well organised! I left Friday night tired, but exhilarated, ready for Saturday’s early start.
Word on the grapevine was, somewhere in the region of 180 volunteers didn’t turn up for duty. I don’t know how accurate that figure is, but what I do know is that the volunteer co-ordinator, Rosie Maclennan, was pulling her hair out due to the shortage. So, at 8am on Saturday morning, when I was asked if I’d mind being re-deployed and doing a few extra hours, I felt some sort of twisted responsibility to help out. That’s when it all went downhill. Three of us were ferried out to the outer hebrides of the course. Abandoned at the ‘pit-stop’, on our own and miles from everything, we prepared for the onslaught of runners. The next five hours were relentless. I’m now an expert banana chopper (if I never see another one, it’ll be too soon) and can spot hypothermia at a hundred paces. Positioned straight after the well publicised ‘water wipeout’ zone, in the unrelenting wind, we had our fair share of medical issues. With medics and transportation for the injured thin on the ground, it tested my skills and patience to the limit. I’m glad I’ve got an all-inclusive mobile phone plan – with no radio for us, it was my lifeline! I might have earnt myself the equivalent of £100 – but throw in losing a day of holiday from work and all the childcare management it entailed, I’m sure it would’ve been a lot less hassle to just buy the bloody ticket in the first place. But then I guess I wouldn’t have the memories of a rather interesting weekend!
My one regret, I didn’t get to see very much of the course. But what I did see looked ‘big’, well constructed and good fun. The feedback I’ve heard from runners who took part was that it was hard, but a great laugh. I never made the after-party, so missed Greg James’ DJ spot, opting for passing out on the sofa in front of a spot of Jimmy Carr instead – hey my age is catching up with me! But I’ll be back next year – as a runner this time – to soak up the atmosphere all over again.
With a massive 5,600 runners coming through, the planning must have been immense and I’m sure the Rat Race staff will still be recovering in weeks to come. No event is without its ups and downs, but what I do know is it couldn’t happen without all the masses of volunteers who kindly gave up their time this weekend. I met some lovely people along the way, including a couple of the ‘Run Mummy Run‘ girls, who took the time to stop by and say hello (note to Leanne Davies (founder of RMR) – we really should have our own team for next year).
One of the taxis shipped in to ferry all the injured back to first aid HQ proved to be my ride back to base. As I sat in the backseat, accompanied by a fellow volunteer and a hypothermic runner (who had never run before and was on some crazy stag weekend) – the taxi radio kicked in. ‘They should have rat race more often, its good for business’ the dispatcher’s voice crackled. The three of us looked at each other, amused, and grunted a replied snort in unison.
I know I need a good year to recover before Dirty Weekend 2015!
If you are interested in volunteering next year, then keep an eye on their website for further details.
There is a RMR team already being planned for next year. If you are interested in joining us, then keep an eye on the Facebook event for further details of how to join in the fun.
You may remember a few months back I had my eye on an Open University Creative Writing Course. I’ve been waiting in earnest for the registration date to approach (and the release of the fee information). Well the date arrived, and da, da, da – they wanted over £2,700 for the bloody thing! Needless to say I fell off my chair and quickly wrote it off as an option. I know studying is not cheap nowadays, but for a short course, only 8 months in length, studied remotely from home on a part-time basis – well this was way out of the realms of my expectations. Talk about making it hard for people to develop their skills and learning! And to add insult to injury – if I lived in either Scotland or N. Ireland it would only cost me £775. How does that work? Do they have some subsidised fees system in place? I think I need to move!
So a bit peeved and disappointed, I was almost ready to write off challenge 24 completely. That was until the OH came to the rescue. Not only did he manage to find me a cheaper option – he found me a completely free option! Offered by the Open University too! Luckily enough they have just launched their Future Learn programme of free short courses, which includes creative writing as an 8 week option. There was no stopping me …. I am enrolled and under way.
I am planning to post my assignments up here as a record of my writing, as well as a chance to share and get feedback that anyone wants to give, so watch this space ……
Some of you might have noticed I’ve been a bit quiet over the past week. Others may have enjoyed the peace and quiet! 🙂 Well I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been sorely neglecting my blogging ramblings of late. I may have got a bit distracted – after all I’ve been off enjoying some quality time with ma famille in the Yorkshire Moors.
It was lovely to get away and forget all the hum drum of everyday life for a few days and it’s safe to say our little boy had a whale of a time. But like every holiday, no matter how fab they are, it’s always nice to get back to home sweet home.
After the last week of excessive scoffing and guzzling of anything and everything that crossed my path (come on, I was on holiday), my jeans are verging on almost not fitting and the cake variety of muffins is not the only type in sight. So, holiday over, fear of having no clothes to fit and an impending Wolf run in about 6 weeks time, it’s time to bite the bullet and get back on course….
… so today (after a wee bit of prompting from the OH this morning!) I have successfully completed my first fast day (back on the 5:2) and I am resolute that tomorrow will be my first run in a little over 2 months.
I really do have the attention span of a gnat. Even as a child I drove my mum to insanity with my constant stream of five minute fads.
Along with my hobbies, my weight yo-yo’s around all over the place, usually in sync with my motivation. When I’m on form there’s no stopping me, but when the vroom goes the pounds tend to pile back on. Although I’m losing weight overall at the moment (with a few ups and downs along the way), it makes my progress very slow.
The last few weeks have seen the tank completely run out of fuel and I’ve come to a complete standstill. Any dreams of becoming a streamlined lamboughini are fading further into the distance, as stretch-Hummer status is becoming more of a reality.
Since the start of the year I’ve already tried Weightwatchers and the 5:2 fasting diet. But four weeks seems to be the length of my attention span. And heaven forbid if I lapse into a diet break, as trying to get back on the wagon again verges on insurmountable. So after a few failed attempts to get back in line with 5:2, I well and truly admitted defeat.
About to throw in the towel until after my holiday, praying that my jeans still fit by then, I stumbled upon another diet of interest – the ‘8 hour diet’. 8 hours of eating what I want, followed by 16 hours of fasting, every day. How hard can that be? And anything has got to be an improvement on stuffing my face silly 24/7! So, new diet = new boost of motivation. So today, I picked 11am-7pm to be my eating times for the week and I’m off to a good start – I sticked with it for the day! 🙂
I have to admit I’m a bit sceptical about this diet, but if it works I could be well and truly sold (it just sounds a bit too good to be true!).
The reassuring thing is that there appear to be other fickle souls out there. I recently stumbled upon this great blog where the blogger is taking on 52 diets in 52 weeks – what a brilliant idea, I love it! Hey, if I get waylaid this time, maybe I might take a leaf out of her book.