So I’m embracing my new found fitness plan to hopefully get me back on track with my running. My new gym membership is in full swing- today’s activity - swimming.
I cannot remember the last time I went swimming - you know like proper swimming and not chasing my grandchildren around the pool pretending to be a shark or throwing plastic toys for them to fetch from the pool floor - like little human dogs these grandchildren 😂.
So I dug out my costume and decided to brave it 🙈- it’s really not a pretty sight. I mean you think it’s bad enough my chubby chunky thighs controlled under Lycra bouncing about while I run, plod and crawl around the village. These bad boys exposed - wow there is nothing to control them. So costume on - lovely orange dimply thighs proudly on display wobbling about, I strode towards the pool - where I promptly nearly fell into the pool as the first step down was way deeper than I realised. Oops that could have been embarrassing 😂. I was away - not that I was powering down the pool like an Olympic athlete - really it was more like a dog wading through the water paws sprawling everywhere making a big splash - head bobbing up in attempt to stop the water going in my eyes and up my nose. 🏊🏻♀️
It did strike me as I was cruising through the chlorine filled pool that maybe runners could be put in two camps - not to offend anyone mind - please bear in mind this is tongue in cheek. You see I think there are the “dog” runners - so this is me - oh oh oh a race, a race - I wanna do it, I wanna do it - please -.oh look at the shiny medal 🏅. I will start training for it soon..... mmmm race day approaching fast - not trained enough - never mind run run run - it will be ok - finish race - take lots of pics with medal and t-shirt (which you don’t really know where you are going to wear 🤷🏻♀️) and then realise in your post “dog” excitement that you’ve once again picked up an injury 🤔.
Then there are the “cat” runners 🏃♀️- this is where I need to get to. “Cat” runners are smart - cat runners know that those with long term goals to run forever need to cross train. So off they go and spend some time doing the things they don’t like quite as much as running. swimming, cycling, rowing, yoga 🧘🏻♀️ and stuff like that. The cat runners are smiling because come race day - Chicks the “dog” is running wildly behind them - stopping to high five anyone who offers and pulling over to pick out some jelly babies with a ohhh thank you 🙏🏻 😍. Maybe even having a little dance as I’m distracted by the fab music blasting out - then thinking mmmm I never did see that “cat” runner again 😂.
Anyway for me - my problems are down to sitting down all day, not training sensibly and I hate to say it being more “mature” in years and generally unfit - probably a bit lazy and addicted to sugar as well - oh and fond of gin 🍸🤣. So I know there are lots of you runners out there that only run and are fabulous and doing fine. Don’t let me put anyone off though from having a go - download couch to 5k today - do it - if I can anyone can! 🏃♀️🏃🏻♂️
So this is me - I’m being more “cat” but to be honest I will always be a loyal dog lover at heart. After all the party is always at the back!❤️ 🐶
#SexyPace #DoingMyOwnThing #NeverTooOld #MentalHealth #BeMoreCat 😸
Saturday 11 May 2019
Monday 6 May 2019
I don’t wish to “mown”
Well what can I say - my weekend involved doing something I’ve not done for years and years - I broke through that psychological bubble and took a deep breath and went to the gym 😱.
So here is the deal - I have a bad hip - so I’m on a running ban. My only option to get over this was to bite the bullet and venture into the world of cross training. So I had to embrace something new to do along side running (once my hip plays ball) - so something like cycling, rowing, swimming - three of my favourite things - NOT 😂.
So I took myself off to a local spa - lovely setting - nice pool, gym, jacuzzi, sauna and treatment rooms for massage, pedicures etc - you get the picture.
So I committed to a three month membership - see if this sorts out my hip and maybe brings along some lovely stress free times.m with some nice treatments. Contrary to my friends kind Facebook post reminding me to pop some clothes on before I go on my bike - I decided yes naked cycling could be off putting so I best pop my kit on not off 🙈😂.
So today for the first time in years my little bottom (well I say little .....) found itself on the exercise bike and rowing machine. The worst bit? Sat on a bike staring at the treadmill and wishing I could go on that instead! Also it was quite a challenge not to burst into song every now and then - also I had to refrain from doing little dance moves with my arms as well! See the benefits of running solo and outside - you can have a little dance and sing and nobody sees it or hears you. I did get a couple of odd looks from my fellow gym goers as I had to pretend I was just stretching my arms out not busting out some moves 😂. They may not let me back.
So I return home - knock out a roast dinner and ate my lemon meringue pie guilt free. Lovely - I was ready for a kip on the sofa - what better way to spend the bank holiday. That was until hubby announces we need to mow the lawns. When he says WE he means ME - he’s still on light duties following his operation. Reluctantly I dig out my wellies and slap a smile on - of course darling let’s go smash it. I can tell you that smile did not last long. Man those petrol mowers take some starting, I’m pulling that bit of string like my life depends on it - George having to hold the handle lever thingy in because I can’t pull and hold that in. We were like Laurel and Hardy out there - I’m sure the neighbours had a hoot. And how quickly does that stupid box fill up with grass - I had to get George to keep the mower running while I emptied it as I couldn’t face trying to start the flipping thing again 😂. I finished the front lawn - let the mower go off - his lordship says - no no you need to cut it twice 😡- mmmmm go back to your strimmer I think 🤔. So off I go again - apparently I had not given myself a wide enough “turning” area - I should have mown three strips so I could turn more easily. Whatever. I also had to contend with a load of bees who it seems have made a nest in the front lawn. Well I guess that is better than last years visitor - Mr Mole.
At last we are done - “oh look” I say “the green bin is full so we won’t be able to do the back lawn - never mind” I chirp. “Oh no” he says “we can push that down and get more in” - there he was again using that WE word - what he meant was I could push it down. 🤔
Off we go to the back garden - at least nobody can see me taking 10 attempts to get the mower going I thought. So on I go - mowing away. At one stage I somehow got in a right pickle and the mower was dragging me along and my brain would not engage on how to stop it! Yeah those large stones pretty much stopped it 🤭- quick check George still strimming at the other end of garden so mums the word 🤫.
Mower stopped again - by now George has taken to standing ahead of me waggling his finger where I need to mow so I am no longer even attempting to smile. I can’t start the flipping mower again - pulling pulling pulling - huffing huffing huffing. Finally I just bleat our that I can’t do it - I can’t start it. The icing on the cake - “oh it’s probably out of petrol” he says. I had no words other than “well you best fill it up then” massive sigh 😡getting very cross now.
Honestly if I had known that job was looming I would not have spent the morning at the gym- there really would have been no need.
In fact I’m thinking I should be offering a mowing service and get paid for it - it’s a bit like taking the shaver over someone’s hair - like giving the lawn a little haircut 😂. Problem is I don’t think my customers would want to hold the lever in while I empty the cuttings just so I don’t have to restart it all the time 😂. Mown over and moan over 😂
So here is the deal - I have a bad hip - so I’m on a running ban. My only option to get over this was to bite the bullet and venture into the world of cross training. So I had to embrace something new to do along side running (once my hip plays ball) - so something like cycling, rowing, swimming - three of my favourite things - NOT 😂.
So I took myself off to a local spa - lovely setting - nice pool, gym, jacuzzi, sauna and treatment rooms for massage, pedicures etc - you get the picture.
So I committed to a three month membership - see if this sorts out my hip and maybe brings along some lovely stress free times.m with some nice treatments. Contrary to my friends kind Facebook post reminding me to pop some clothes on before I go on my bike - I decided yes naked cycling could be off putting so I best pop my kit on not off 🙈😂.
So today for the first time in years my little bottom (well I say little .....) found itself on the exercise bike and rowing machine. The worst bit? Sat on a bike staring at the treadmill and wishing I could go on that instead! Also it was quite a challenge not to burst into song every now and then - also I had to refrain from doing little dance moves with my arms as well! See the benefits of running solo and outside - you can have a little dance and sing and nobody sees it or hears you. I did get a couple of odd looks from my fellow gym goers as I had to pretend I was just stretching my arms out not busting out some moves 😂. They may not let me back.
So I return home - knock out a roast dinner and ate my lemon meringue pie guilt free. Lovely - I was ready for a kip on the sofa - what better way to spend the bank holiday. That was until hubby announces we need to mow the lawns. When he says WE he means ME - he’s still on light duties following his operation. Reluctantly I dig out my wellies and slap a smile on - of course darling let’s go smash it. I can tell you that smile did not last long. Man those petrol mowers take some starting, I’m pulling that bit of string like my life depends on it - George having to hold the handle lever thingy in because I can’t pull and hold that in. We were like Laurel and Hardy out there - I’m sure the neighbours had a hoot. And how quickly does that stupid box fill up with grass - I had to get George to keep the mower running while I emptied it as I couldn’t face trying to start the flipping thing again 😂. I finished the front lawn - let the mower go off - his lordship says - no no you need to cut it twice 😡- mmmmm go back to your strimmer I think 🤔. So off I go again - apparently I had not given myself a wide enough “turning” area - I should have mown three strips so I could turn more easily. Whatever. I also had to contend with a load of bees who it seems have made a nest in the front lawn. Well I guess that is better than last years visitor - Mr Mole.
At last we are done - “oh look” I say “the green bin is full so we won’t be able to do the back lawn - never mind” I chirp. “Oh no” he says “we can push that down and get more in” - there he was again using that WE word - what he meant was I could push it down. 🤔
Off we go to the back garden - at least nobody can see me taking 10 attempts to get the mower going I thought. So on I go - mowing away. At one stage I somehow got in a right pickle and the mower was dragging me along and my brain would not engage on how to stop it! Yeah those large stones pretty much stopped it 🤭- quick check George still strimming at the other end of garden so mums the word 🤫.
Mower stopped again - by now George has taken to standing ahead of me waggling his finger where I need to mow so I am no longer even attempting to smile. I can’t start the flipping mower again - pulling pulling pulling - huffing huffing huffing. Finally I just bleat our that I can’t do it - I can’t start it. The icing on the cake - “oh it’s probably out of petrol” he says. I had no words other than “well you best fill it up then” massive sigh 😡getting very cross now.
Honestly if I had known that job was looming I would not have spent the morning at the gym- there really would have been no need.
In fact I’m thinking I should be offering a mowing service and get paid for it - it’s a bit like taking the shaver over someone’s hair - like giving the lawn a little haircut 😂. Problem is I don’t think my customers would want to hold the lever in while I empty the cuttings just so I don’t have to restart it all the time 😂. Mown over and moan over 😂
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