A sheepish hello from me tonight. I missed a blog last week as I didn't feel I could blog after not going for a run. Haven't actually been for a run this week either but thought I really should confess to you all!
I've got tonnes of excuses but I won't bore you with them and let's face it, if I can find time to watch X-Factor and Masterchef The Professionals (which just makes me sit on the settee, get hungry and want to eat- very counterproductive) then I can probably find time to go for a little run.
The funny thing is, I actually quite fancy going for a run. My new trainers have arrived and I want to try them. I've started to feel all sluggish and yucky and I'm sure my clothes are starting to shrink again.... (surely nothing to do with Masterchef and large amounts of cheese and crackers I've consumed). When I was walking Ruby the other day, it felt so good to be out in the fresh air that I broke into a little trot along the ring road. Well that must have made for quite a sight. For a start, spotty wellies aren't the best running footwear. A nice purple duffle coat complimented the welly boots nicely but again isn't designed with running in mind. And our dog is a fairly aged, lame labrador who recently ruptured both her cruciate ligaments and has needed a 10 week course of hydrotherapy (don't ask- she even got a hot-tub session included each week) and only does running when food is involved (she's a bit like her owner in that respect). Maybe I should set out little treats at every mile marker to help motivate me to run? I can just picture a Malteser celebration at mile 1, some Ben and Jerry's at mile 2, bit of cake at mile 3, cookie at mile 4..... this could definitely work for me. Anyway, getting back to the point, I looked faintly ridiculous hopping along the road with my welly boots slapping into the pavement, my dufflecoat flapping around and dragging a reluctant labrador behind me so the trot was short-lived but I wanted to run. That's the point- I- me, Elizabeth Elsey of Aspley Lane, WANTED to RUN. Extraordinary. Clearly I didn't want to run enough to brave the wind and driving rain and 3 degree C temps the following evening when I'd planned to run but abandoned in favour of Greg and Mr Roux.
So how am I going to get this training done when the weather is rubbish? I think I'm going to have to join a gym so I can at least get on the treadmill for an hour. My ideal gym is situated quite literally a stone's throw from our house as we live opposite a beautiful, clean, non-smelly David Lloyd gym resplendant with a lovely playarea for kids, outdoor pool heated all year round at the cost of several iceburgs (the cold things in North Pole not the lettuces best served in a prawn cocktail but not often on masterchef) and rows of treadmills with individual TVs to watch whilst running. Running AND Masterchef- perfect. Sadly, it also costs about the amount I'd get for leasing a kidney out on a monthly basis. So I think I need to hunt for a new gym which ideal attributes include several treadmills, no pervy men (in fairness even DLs had it's share of them) and a swimming pool for when I really can't face any more running. If you live near me and have any suggestions, please let me know!
On a slightly sadder note, Matt's Grandma died this evening. She was a lovely, clever, witty woman who I've had the privilege of knowing for the past 13 years. Grandma (I wasn't allowed to call her Mildred) lived until she was a few days short of 91 years. That's how old you should be when you die. Not 38.
Until next time..... (by which I WILL have been running.)
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