It’s almost a week since I (medical jargon alert!) shitted up my knee, and there’s no noticeable improvement. It isn’t painful (which to be fair is an improvement compared to the morning after) but, more irritatingly, it feels uncomfortable and constantly weak. It’s hard to describe. Sometimes it just feels like I can’t put my full — considerable — weight on it. Sometimes it feels like the lower part of my leg is coming loose when I walk. At the moment it feels like the joint has been anaesthetised. And to top it all off my other knee is starting to hurt because of the extra — considerable — weight it has to bear. All in all I’m pretty pissed off. Read the rest of this entry »
Six weeks. SIX FUCKING WEEKS.
I had it all planned out. Sort of. Increase my mileage by approximately half a mile a week until two weeks before the race, by which time I’d be up to about thirteen miles (half a marathon), then a couple of shorter runs and lots of rest to conserve energy before the run. Simple. Read the rest of this entry »
Monday night the missus and I went for our longest run so far. My guess that there were “probably” street lights on one particular mile and a half stretch of winding country lanes turned out to be incorrect, but we made it around the full 4.35 mile loop in about three quarters of an hour, which isn’t bad (and, per walkjogrun.net burned off 800 calories). I felt I could have gone quicker, but we ran at a comfortable pace and by the end — although my legs were tired and aching — I wasn’t especially short of breath. I’m taking this to be an encouraging sign; it suggests I must be reasonably fit to be able to run four miles and not finish coughing and wheezing my guts up. Read the rest of this entry »
This weekend the missus and I attended our ninth and final wedding-related event of 2009. We drove to a lovely picturesque part of the country known as “up north,” for the wedding reception of a very good mate of mine, Richard Cleaver — more commonly known simply as Cleave. He’s the only person I know with his own theme tune: “Cleaver Las Vegas” sung to the tune of a well known Elvis song of a similar title. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m a jogger. I’m now officially a jogger. Still an obese jogger, but a jogger nonetheless.
Not only did I chalk up 4 miles last night (in 45 mins — getting quicker, just) but I’ve actually splashed out some of my hard-earned (actually that should probably just say earned) cash on:
a) entry into the kilomathon, and
b) some proper running trainers.
Oh yes. I’m a bloody jogger and I’ve got the proper trainers to prove it. Don’t expect to see me wearing Lycra shorts (sorry for the mental image) or a fluorescent yellow tabard any time soon though. Read the rest of this entry »
