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Iron Maiden

25 Jan

Arrived home quite stressed about a story last night and initially wanted to sit by the phone and wait for it to ring so that I knew it was going to be OK.

With this the plan I settled down on the sofa and flicked the TV on to find Britain’s Biggest Loser, a show which pits a gang of self-confessed fatties against each other in an unsustainable and morally dubious weight-loss competition.

Ethics aside, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the contestants who are all enormous and for whom exercising must feel like torture as they carry so much weight because they were really, really trying hard as they lumbered up steps and puffed away on the rowing machine.

Ten minutes later I felt so guilty I had my trainers on and was out the door. If Britain’s biggest losers can go for a jog then so can this Janathoner.

I kept it short – only 1.3 miles because I was stressing the phone would go while I was out, but I think they were fast because of this.

Itunes gremlins sometimes decide to transfer a playlist belonging to RAF Brother onto my iphone and last night this was the case, the result being that I was accompanied in my efforts by Iron Maiden.

The mood I was in, I quite enjoyed it and also it reminded me of him and what a good egg he is. In that vein I then thought “and boyfriend isn’t bad either and what a lot of lovely friends and running buddies I have and aren’t I lucky not to be a fattie and have my health and life’s not that bad after all.”

By which time I arrived back home, stretched, showered, took the phone call, realised everything was fine and I was worrying about nothing and went to bed happy, another Janathon day done.

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Family run fun

24 Dec

My younger brother is in the RAF, he’s home for Christmas and he likes to run. Brilliant.

RAF brother’s arrival is the perfect kick in the proverbial. I’ve been absent from the gym all week because of work and today with ice and snow on the pavements and Christmas looming a run wasn’t looking likely either.

Until the brains behind this operation came up with a plan. RAF brother said interval sprint training on the field nearby would be a good idea. It’s grassy, so the snow wouldn’t be dangerous and slippy and although it’s still freezing we’d do just six shuttle runs so there wouldn’t be time to get cold.

We sprinted 400m resting for 1:30 six times over, so roughly a mile and a half. The idea was to go flat out and then recover quickly, thus improving fitness.

I started too fast and had to walk to complete the first stretch. The field is very uneven – we weren’t running on a track, but on grass which was covered in about three inches of slushy show.

Learning from my mistake, I ran slower – but still at the top end of my normal running range – and didn’t have to resort to walking again. By the end my legs weren’t at all tired, but I could feel my heart hammering away – proof that it is a great aerobic workout.

“When you get to the bin it’s the final stretch so give it some beans,” RAF brother advised as we set off on our last 400m. Perhaps he thought I was holding back. I wasn’t. I was knackered. It was so cold our breath was freezing – apparently running in low temperatures like that is very dehydrating.

Afterwards he admitted: “Normally I’d do this on a running track, this was more like running in sand, up hill.”

Still, I felt like it did me good and so we’ve agreed to do the same again on Boxing Day.

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