My Not So Secret Diary

Treadmill Run

Treadmill RunTreadmill run.

So today is most definitely a treadmill day. It is pouring down outside, not that that would always stop me, but I also have a poorly little man. Said little man is currently snuggled up on the sofa with an episode or two of Peppa Pig so it is the treadmill or no run.

Now I know that treadmill's are often seen as boring and hard going compared to running outdoors, and I do have to say I prefer the fresh air more often that not. But, and it is a big but, I find they really work for me when I'm trying to do any sort of speedwork training.

I've been using apps since I started running, the first being couch 2 5k. I progressed on to 10k and now in the midst of training for a half marathon, am using the half marathon version. It is a fab way of not having to think about your training, beyond scheduling days for running and days for resting. After that you just run, sprint or walk when it beeps at you. I don't think I would have been able to run a half marathon without the training I did using the app and I'm hoping it will work well for me again this time. This will be my fourth, I ran my first in May this year, having only started running last year.

I guess the difficulty for me, and for a lot of people is that my mind gets in the way. I've often said that my body runs better than my mind does. Whether it is stepping outside the front door or stepping onto the treadmill, it often seems like such a challenge to run for a set amount of time. Indoors, there is nothing to distract you. I listen to music normally, or a podcast, but this morning disaster struck when the battery on my speaker went flat! I could hear my phone well enough for the interval timers but turned off the music, worrying that my phone battery would too go flat. Suddenly my 40 minute or so run seemed like a mountain to climb, which is ridiculous because I have run for longer. Sometimes there is no arguing with my mind though. I find distraction works quite well for me, and soon enough I was counting my footsteps, my breath falling into rhythm again and I began to relax. It is funny what an effect such a small thing can have. Before I knew it, I'd completed my run, 4 miles in the bag, and was somewhat warmer than I'd been in the beginning.

It never fails to amaze me how good I feel after a run, regardless of whether it is indoors or out. I wish I could bottle that feeling, it would make getting out there so much easier.

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Much love x

Sunday Morning Run

Sunday Morning Run
Running from the Camera!

Most evenings I go to bed with the intention of getting up and going straight out for a run. I know on the odd occasion that I achieve it, normally for a race or a Parkrun, that I will feel great when I get back, and that I'll know my exercise is all done for the day so nothing will get in the way of it. In reality though it is much harder for me and a lot of people not to put things (excuses) in the way. I got up and put my running clothes straight on. Being a Sunday morning, I am quite pleased with myself for that achievement. However, my lovely husband suggested making me a bacon sandwich before I run which I couldn't say no to. That appears to be turning into a full cooked breakfast and it is now just after 11am.... things aren't looking good for the run! A little later we are going to my Mum and Dad's for lunch so I should really run before. It might be too late when I get back. The difficulty is, that now it's a little later, all our neighbours are out and about doing Sunday jobs in their gardens and washing their cars which means they are likely to see me running. Now, I've got over the fact of people seeing me in lycra, running races will do that for you, but I can't help but feel it looks attention seeking if I run past people who don't know I run. I'm pretty sure that it is my anxiety talking and that my neighbours don't really care what I am up to. But still... it crosses my mind. It might have to be a sunglasses on and earphones in run, because if I can't see or hear them, they can't see or hear me! 🤣🤣

Freedom Racing

Freedom Racing
What a beautiful sunset!

Last night was the end of the summer. Well, the end of the summer as far as Freedom Racing's Summer Sessions go. Set from May to September these 10k races are set in stunning locations all over Cornwall, from North Coast to South Coast and in between. I didn't run all of them, but I will next year, I've already promised myself that. Mainly set on Friday nights these races are breathtaking. There is something very primal about trail running in a race. It's more than just a group running together. It feels like you are part of the pack, and with the wind blowing and the sun setting as we tore up and down the cliffs, over St Agnes Beacon and back across the beach in Porthtowan I felt so alive.

To be honest, I wish I was faster, last night was possibly my slowest 10k (it was very hilly!) But, it was stunning so maybe I didn't push myself as I would normally try to. It was only really the super fit runners at the front of the pack that could run most of the big hills which was fine with me as it gave me a chance to catch my breath. The only problem was, as I was coming back along the cliffs it started to get dark, and that, combined with being on a very uneven cliff path only slowed me down more. Coming down the last hill and across the beach to the finish line was such a relief, mainly because it meant I could see again.

What a great way to spend a Friday night. SO looking forward to next year!

The Start of Running

The Start of Running
That's me at the back in the pink and black leggings!

I started running in June 2018. I’m not really sure why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. I wanted to lose the dreaded ‘baby weight’ from baby number 4 and I wanted something to help my anxiety. To be honest though, I think that came afterwards and I certainly didn’t realise how much of a difference it made to my state of mind at the start. I just decided I’d do it, downloaded the C25k app and went out. At the time I was not the sort of person who felt comfortable in lycra, so I'm not quite sure how I managed it. I couldn’t even run for 1 minute back then, I mean probably not even 30 seconds and I was mortified. I knew I wasn’t super fit but until I’d had number 4 I thought I was doing okay. I was so wrong! Sweating and out of breath I managed the first few sessions, unable to do more even if I had wanted to. My husband and older kids encouraged me but I’m not sure if I let on how hard I was finding it. Other runners galloped along making it look so effortless, their hair was always great and they certainly didn't glow like I did!

Around week 5 I hurt my knee. It wasn't too bad and so I tried to push through. I thought running through it would help make me a better runner or something. What a mistake that was! It got worse and worse until I could barely climb the stairs at work! I had signed up for a 5K race as my first ever event for The Cornwall Air Ambulance. It was supposed to give me the incentive I needed to keep me going but instead I felt like I had a lot of pressure on me to achieve it and to raise the money I had promised the charity. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to run 5k, that target seemed almost unreachable to me. Eventually I gave in and repeated the week of training, twice I think in the end but suddenly something started to click. Suddenly I could do it and I began to enjoy it!

The first time I ran for 5 minutes was huge for me, and the first time I did a longer run I remember thinking it is okay, only another 8 minutes. Suddenly I realised that I had thought 8 minutes wasn't long! Such a huge difference and a milestone for me. I began to think maybe I could run longer distances, maybe, just maybe I'd be able to class myself as a runner!