Teeny Tiny Steps!

Jingle bells

Trainers smell

Hills get in the way

Oh what fun

It is to run

On a grey and rainy day hey!

 

Jingle bells

Achilles swells

Toenails fall away

Oh what fun

To train to run

A marathon in May!

(April actually but it didn't rhyme)

So from where does all this festive cheer originate ? Well the leaves have all but fallen and here we are in currently a very mild winter only 7 sleeps from Santa's imminent arrival.

Days switch from overcast and drizzly to full on rain or cooler and bright but as always the time of year brings some fabulous skies to behold.

Well after 6 weeks of no running and bah humbugging, as if carried by elves themselves from the far distant North Pole my Christmas sort of arrived early, last weekend I ran !

Not once but twice !

And not very far either, however I ran with little trouble leg wise which is rather super. Two 2 mile runs in 3 days and no excessive ill effects could this be the return of Plod, back to hammer the roads and lanes of Bedfordshire?
Well lets not get ahead of ourselves, I am under strict instructions to take it easy so very unlikely that I'll run more than 3 miles before the New Year but this is indeed a beginning.
I'm not going to be breaking any records, but if piece by piece I can get myself back up to marathon distance in time for the 24th April avoiding any further mishaps that'll do for me.

Apart from the beginning to run I've been continuing my PT/kick boxing sessions every week. This also came with a little Christmas bonus as my PT decided to extend this weeks session by an extra half and hour free of charge, thanks! no really THANKS!!!
I can already now throw a pretty hefty punch and kick a leg higher than a can-can girl (well a can-can girl with arthritis) if I carry on at this rate I'll soon be ripping tissues and jumping off dolls houses all over the shop!

So my journey to "Superherodom" continues, watch this space for the next exciting episode.

As with the views from my bathroom window below, you can often see the same thing in many different ways, the trick is to view them positively.

Wishing you all a fabulous and peaceful Christmas with a New year full of exciting things!
Paul

Three is a magic number (Pffft)

Well I've not posted for a while because basically I've had nothing to say, nothing, nada, niet....

I currently don't run and haven't for nearly 4 weeks, so writing on a running blog seems rather an odd thing to do.

I could start a non running blog and post the frustrations of all of the people who ever got injured but that would hardly be very cheery or inspiring would it ? I would become the Scrooge of the running world, "Bah humbugging" anything and everything that involves a pair of trainers, shouting in frustration at all those cheery running souls as they passed by my gloomy house of woe.

I am simply suffering from the dreaded "3" you know what I mean, the things that come in threes, currently very annoying things.

Firstly these, my legs which for a number of joined up reasons aren't working properly. So I have this Achilles tendinitis in both (I've mentioned it I know) which is linked to very tight calves which in turn is linked to "Apparently" my gluteus medius not firing properly, so ok now we are blaming my arse!

This astounding realisation was followed by a delightful dose of flu which laid me up in bed for a few days and the remnants of which still linger almost 3 weeks later.

Finally just to add insult to injury (See what I did there) I was working on a punch bag at my PT session taking out my non running frustrations when, a badly timed punch as the heavy bag came back at me, sent a shooting pain through a muscle in my side just below my ribs.

Tender, snotty and torn, not a firm of local solicitors but indeed my magic combination of three huge irritations.
Now I haven't recently kicked any cats, pushed in front of any pensioners in a post office queue or punctured the football of an annoying child, so this can't be Karma, no, apparently it is "One of those things" a statement you can just about take from a fellow runner but from a non runner.....never. That would be like me saying when your Sky Sports doesn't work and the dogs just emptied its bowels on you favourite armchair, "Oh well its just one of those things"

Anyway I write this post in sympathy and solidarity to any runner who is, has been and will be injured, keep the faith, ignore the ignorant and exercise your arse.

Not a frustrated face....not at all

Oh well December is here, Christmas just around the corner and then the New Year looms large with the next marathon challenge, I'm hoping by then I'll be back out there puffing an panting with the rest.

In the meantime if aliens invade the planet and force us all to live on only brussels sprouts for the rest of our days whilst producing methane to fuel their space crafts, don't worry, its just.....
"One of those things"