Did I over do it yesterday? Well possibly as I ended up having a cold bath at 1:20 this morning because my pelvis was screaming at me to die. So today should really, probably, have been a rest day. I put it off for most of the day but I knew deep down I was going to go out. So I compromised. The bits of me with niggles I taped up and I wasnt going to pressure myself by setting a distance before I went out. I was just going to run until I couldnt. Which it turned out wasnt that far! I should have got a minimum of 4k in to get back on target with my schedule. I only managed 3 before I had to stop. Whatever I did last week while training with Matt was playing up and my achillies tendonitis decided now was a good time for a flare up. Despite taping I was sore but even with this it was one of my better runs.
Back home I stretch and bandage my ankle. I know tomorrow I must rest. I would like to do what my schedule says and go to the track but there is too much to do tomorrow as its my nephews birthday and the lads have a match in the evening. But I wont be completely resting because I still have Matt. Maybe I ought to get a massage while I am there....
Tuesday 21 August 2012
GSR Training Day 15: CORE CLASS
Ok so I wanted to start the week as I meant to go on and that meant a half hour core class wasnt going to cut it. 5k still left outstanding I figured I could do that after core class. Nice day though and the 8k the other day wasnt too bad so I figure it might be nice to jump on the bike and cycle to fitness first. I get to Westergate before I realise that I havent once thought to myself this is madness.
Pull up at the gym and check my watch. 5 minutes less than the last time I attempted to cycle to the gym. I feel ok, my lungs dont burn anymore, and my back doesnt hurt. I do however feel numb as I step off the bike. Core class is ok and I dont feel the burn, not like I used to. Hang on, are we sure I am getting fitter or am I just not doing this right? 5k run is...disapointing. But only because Im certain I am not covering the distance Nike claims I am and therefore I am not getting quicker. Im almost certain that I ran 500m less than the 5k I should have run. Now the best thing to do would probably have been to keep going, keep pushing and clock a little more than 5. It was just too hot though. I cannot explain what heat does to me. I wasnt tired, I wasnt lacking energy, I just couldnt do it. Several times I stopped to walk. Which is ridiculous I chastise myself because I have run this distance several times and I have run this route several times. I know this route and Ive never had to walk for more than the distance it takes to cross a road. I dont let it get me down too much though and almost as soon as I get back I am on the treadmill making sure I hit at least 500m. I step off and grab a drink. I chat with my trainer and core class instructor and then its time to leave.
On the bike I take a quick stroll up Rowan Way so I can check the calibration on the Nike+. My battery on my phone does not want to cooperate but its not too much of a problem just means that I am going to clock 13k before I get home and so long as Im not dead when I get there that cant be a bad thing can it?
Sunday 19 August 2012
GSR Training Day 14: RUN
I should have run yesterday but having got an emergency call out in the morning there was no time for a run while my son was at training. While this sounds like excuses, there really isnt much room for negotiation in my tightly packed schedule, and though the evening would be the best time to run I wouldnt have anyone to sit with the kids while I did so.
Despite the lack of motivation I felt, I knew I had to get out there and get a run in today. This mornings match was good but for various reason left me in a mixed mood. I was nervous about the run because I've felt a few niggles since Thursday and the heat as I have never been very good at running in heat. I tried not to think about how I was feeling and instead concentrate on the run but this just made me focus on the niggles all the more and I struggled to pick my pace up. I just wanted to get home and go to bed. I often find running a good way to fix emotional turmoil but not today. Today it just added to my lack of motivation. Despite this I wasnt having problems breathing and even managed to add to the minimum 3k by just under 500m which made me feel better about giving up a bit early on Wednesday evening. While Im finding the consecutive builder weekend runs good I am struggling to make sure I get them in. I think I might have to reevaluate my training programme once the season starts because once I get into double figures I might find it hard after a match...
Tomorrow I should be getting 5k in, but I dont know if I will manage simply because of other family commitments. Will almost certainly be a late afternoon run though.
Despite the lack of motivation I felt, I knew I had to get out there and get a run in today. This mornings match was good but for various reason left me in a mixed mood. I was nervous about the run because I've felt a few niggles since Thursday and the heat as I have never been very good at running in heat. I tried not to think about how I was feeling and instead concentrate on the run but this just made me focus on the niggles all the more and I struggled to pick my pace up. I just wanted to get home and go to bed. I often find running a good way to fix emotional turmoil but not today. Today it just added to my lack of motivation. Despite this I wasnt having problems breathing and even managed to add to the minimum 3k by just under 500m which made me feel better about giving up a bit early on Wednesday evening. While Im finding the consecutive builder weekend runs good I am struggling to make sure I get them in. I think I might have to reevaluate my training programme once the season starts because once I get into double figures I might find it hard after a match...
Tomorrow I should be getting 5k in, but I dont know if I will manage simply because of other family commitments. Will almost certainly be a late afternoon run though.
Saturday 18 August 2012
GSR Training Day 13: CYCLE
Well Friday should have been a spin day. But there was no way I was making it to the gym by 9.15. I fully intended to go out for a run and clock the 3.5 that I should have achieved on Wednesday. Fatigued from Thursday I just couldnt find the motivation. In the end I decided to make up for not attending spinning by going out on the bike. Only trouble is how far can I get on a bike that really could use a service?
I decide to cycle up to Ford and see how the bike seems and how I feel. Having got this far I figure that since I barely felt the 3k I rode the other day with Liam I could probably manage at least 5k. I have a regular loop that I run that takes me into Ford and then winds back to Yapton so I figure I can cycle that. If I can run it, and if I can cycle to my gym 10k away then there's a fairly good chance I can cycle this route. Its a hot day and I know that the way I am intending to tackle the route is exactly the opposite of how I tackle it running so there will be a couple of climbs. Not huge ones, there's no Alp d'Huez or even a Box Hill in my way, simply a couple of bumps to get over. If the bike was OK then Im sure I would not even feel them, but its not and this makes me nervous. As I come along past the prison I know its pretty much a gradual assent from here on in. I can feel it in my legs now. I get half way into the route and my lungs can feel it but Im not out of breath. A magical thing is happening I realise as I get another update from runkeeper. I am getting faster not slower. It seems I can get cycling right even if I cannot get it the right way round running! As I pull into my parents road I even manage a semi sprint. And my legs dont feel heavy as I dismount, only wobbly because Ive been ridding not running.
Indoors I check my phone and I have a text waiting. "I can barely walk today!" it reads and I realise its from the friend I took to Athletic Fitness. "LMFAO Ive just got in from an 8k bike ride!" I reply : D
I decide to cycle up to Ford and see how the bike seems and how I feel. Having got this far I figure that since I barely felt the 3k I rode the other day with Liam I could probably manage at least 5k. I have a regular loop that I run that takes me into Ford and then winds back to Yapton so I figure I can cycle that. If I can run it, and if I can cycle to my gym 10k away then there's a fairly good chance I can cycle this route. Its a hot day and I know that the way I am intending to tackle the route is exactly the opposite of how I tackle it running so there will be a couple of climbs. Not huge ones, there's no Alp d'Huez or even a Box Hill in my way, simply a couple of bumps to get over. If the bike was OK then Im sure I would not even feel them, but its not and this makes me nervous. As I come along past the prison I know its pretty much a gradual assent from here on in. I can feel it in my legs now. I get half way into the route and my lungs can feel it but Im not out of breath. A magical thing is happening I realise as I get another update from runkeeper. I am getting faster not slower. It seems I can get cycling right even if I cannot get it the right way round running! As I pull into my parents road I even manage a semi sprint. And my legs dont feel heavy as I dismount, only wobbly because Ive been ridding not running.
Indoors I check my phone and I have a text waiting. "I can barely walk today!" it reads and I realise its from the friend I took to Athletic Fitness. "LMFAO Ive just got in from an 8k bike ride!" I reply : D
Thursday 16 August 2012
GSR Training Day 12: PERSONAL TRAINING + ATHLETIC FITNESS
Alarm went off at 7.20. Then 7.30. Then 8. Then 8.30. Finally I dragged my sorry ass out of bed. I dressed, woke the eldest and then I was sick. Not cool. I didnt feel like eating and besides I didnt have time. Dropped eldest round my parents where youngest stayed last night and checked the kitchen. Nope. No bananas. Damn. Oh well coffee with sugar at the gym it is. Cashpoint. Gym. Katie greats me with does this mean no athletic fitness for you today? HELL NO! I will be back later and with A FRIEND! LOL Coffee, milk, sugar, crap I only have 5 minutes. Down. Luckily its not boiling hot today. Dump back and tracksuit in locker and jump on the cross trainer. I say jump, it was more laboured climb. Flare up of achilles tendonitis is not cool. Its tough but I dont drop the resistance and stick to my regimental 10. Matt has promised HARD today in payback for me joking he was losing his touch. Never back chat your personal trainer. EVER ; ) I tell him I gave blood yesterday and worked my ass of anyway, that Ive been sick and couldnt face eating, but that he can save his lecture because I know thats not good. Turns out he is shattered and starving too. Maybe Matt isnt so mean after all ; ) Off the cross trainer and we are upstairs in the weights area. Somethings not right about this image I tell him. Whats wrong? Matt, youve got the big monster boy bar with the little girl weights. But you are a little girl he says. Yes so cant I just have a bar like I normally use. No. Fine. 8 deadlifts, 15 modified pressups, 4 sets. Argh. Reverse lat pull downs 28? no! 21! ok too easy maybe your right, 10 dips.....and on it goes. I hate you Matt I think to myself because I cannot say it to him or he will make me work harder. I love my PT sessions not just because there is no slacking, but because he pushes me to work hard every time knowing that the more I complain the more I am loving it, and that I will be pissed if I am not working so hard I feel like I want to die. Maybe this isnt healthy I dont know but I love it anyway so theres no let up. Im proud of myself for getting through it. I would go for a speed session but I have too much to do today so instead I nip back to parents. Raid the fridge and cupboards. No tuna damn and I dont get paid til next week so no going to buy any either and what I really crave right now is a tuna sandwhich. No eggs either. I have that feeling where I dont really know what I want but nothing I find is what I want. I force down a packet of quavers simply because I have got to have something.
Back to gym I go this time with Justin. Athletic fitness is HARD. But I glow with perspiration while Justin requires a bucket. Same as last night at training I recall, thinking back to the level of sweat on James when I treated his injury compared to my little glow and while I didnt participate in the ball control drills - I play hockey not football so quit aiming for me lads I AM NOT PLAYING!- I had just been on a hard 3km run. I cannot do the bear crawl challenge and give up, I cannot do plyometrics either- it requires explosive activity to most effective and there is nothing explosive about the way I move! Come on Liz you love these! I hear. I give Matt the middle finger. I think in hindesight that might come back to haunt me! I think this suggested activity may have killed Justin... I certainly want to die. You smashed it! he remarks later on my facebook status... are you kidding?! I was beat! LOL Later at home and my forearms ache. Im not used to my forearms aching - even a TRX workout didnt make my arms ache! Tomorrow I should be at the track but I am so skint I dont even have the money for that, and besides I have too much to do. Spinning is also out of the question as I AM going to need a lie in and I suspect the boys will too. Lets hope I can find time for that speed session I missed out today! ; )
Back to gym I go this time with Justin. Athletic fitness is HARD. But I glow with perspiration while Justin requires a bucket. Same as last night at training I recall, thinking back to the level of sweat on James when I treated his injury compared to my little glow and while I didnt participate in the ball control drills - I play hockey not football so quit aiming for me lads I AM NOT PLAYING!- I had just been on a hard 3km run. I cannot do the bear crawl challenge and give up, I cannot do plyometrics either- it requires explosive activity to most effective and there is nothing explosive about the way I move! Come on Liz you love these! I hear. I give Matt the middle finger. I think in hindesight that might come back to haunt me! I think this suggested activity may have killed Justin... I certainly want to die. You smashed it! he remarks later on my facebook status... are you kidding?! I was beat! LOL Later at home and my forearms ache. Im not used to my forearms aching - even a TRX workout didnt make my arms ache! Tomorrow I should be at the track but I am so skint I dont even have the money for that, and besides I have too much to do. Spinning is also out of the question as I AM going to need a lie in and I suspect the boys will too. Lets hope I can find time for that speed session I missed out today! ; )
GSR Training Day 11: RUN
Ok so Ive found it a bit tricky fitting back into my routine by skipping a day at the weekend and it is now bugging me. I took Tueday as a rest day but really this should have been a run day. I therefore decided to make Wednesday my run day. But Wednedays are always tricky as I have footie training... 4pm rolls round and I havent had time for a run yet and Im heading into the village hall to give blood. I donate and this takes about an hour. Nurse enquires into my plans and I explain my job and what I do on a Wednesday eve. Should I really be going to work? She queries. Why not? Ive donated during the day and gone to a spinning class in the evening before... Meltdown. Time for her to lecture me on what I can and cannot do after donating blood. I know the science, Ive studied the science, but for me I never seem to feel any ill effect from donating, I never notice that Im missing a pint of blood. And 8 is only an average anyway, some people have more and its not about how much its about your iron level but I save this and keep my mouth shut. I labour over the pint of water they now make you drink. Come on dear down it! I get told. Ummm why? it wont hydrate me then I will just find I need to pee for the whole time you have that needle in my arm. Oh its because it bloats the stomach and raises your blood pressure. Listen Nurse, I have two children at home, if you raise my blood pressure any higher it will be sky high. Fair point she comments. Post donation and I sip a coffee read my book and nibble crisps and biscuits because I lied to the question have you eaten and drunk enough today. Yes. (actually no, im starving). I head home to collect my eldest son and we head to training. Im early so leave him to play in the park and head out for a run. 3.5 k is what I should have logged on Tuesday. Its hot, I can feel im running faster than normal. this is a hard run, and Im tired. Not because of the missing pint of blood but because I havent been sleeping well at night and Ive not had much to eat. I have no idea if this loop will be long enough or not. As I turn towards the park I can sense its not. I check Nike app and its not. Its about 500 meters short. I head along the seafront side of the marine gardens and I can feel the wall looming in the distance. I know then I cannot make it the length of the gardens. I switch across and head out the gardens and along the road. Timing is impeccable it seems as I notice two players, heading to training. Im not going to be outdone, I wont be seen flagging. I have my pride. I pick up my pace and my lungs not my legs scream no. I ignore them as I pick up my pace and run past. I get to the bottom and go round the corner so I can slow. I know if I am to make up the distance I need to run a little further up the road and switch back at the top and into the park. Im beat tho, that wall I saw earlier is closer and im out of tricks for my tired brain, and I cross the road, and into the park. One final push and I sprint into the car park and collapse across the bonnet. 3.27k. Gutted that in all honesty I didnt have that far to go.
I grab my work shirt, I get my breath back, I quietly stretch as the manager pulls up in his car. Other team members start arriving and I grab my gear from the car and make my way onto the park for training. I let my heart rate recover, and the fatigue subside and I dont join in on the team jog this week. Coach arrives and we set up the drill. You can take part in this too Lizzie he informs me. Yea but Im taking it easy tonight just keep an eye on me, I gave blood earlier and then went for a run. Oh if you want to sit out its ok Lizzie. NO I will do it just taking it easy. I enjoy the fact that they allow me to participate, and I think its helping with them bonding with me. They are already a team and Im somewhat of an outsider for some of them as Ive not been there long. The jesting is minimal and nothing more than the banter I already experience. They know I play hockey and I run so its not something that seems out of place to them I guess. Also I need to be fit enough to respond quickly to emergencies on the pitch. Back home later Im shattered but so unbelieveably alert I know I will have a problem the next day. PT and athletic fitness becons!
I grab my work shirt, I get my breath back, I quietly stretch as the manager pulls up in his car. Other team members start arriving and I grab my gear from the car and make my way onto the park for training. I let my heart rate recover, and the fatigue subside and I dont join in on the team jog this week. Coach arrives and we set up the drill. You can take part in this too Lizzie he informs me. Yea but Im taking it easy tonight just keep an eye on me, I gave blood earlier and then went for a run. Oh if you want to sit out its ok Lizzie. NO I will do it just taking it easy. I enjoy the fact that they allow me to participate, and I think its helping with them bonding with me. They are already a team and Im somewhat of an outsider for some of them as Ive not been there long. The jesting is minimal and nothing more than the banter I already experience. They know I play hockey and I run so its not something that seems out of place to them I guess. Also I need to be fit enough to respond quickly to emergencies on the pitch. Back home later Im shattered but so unbelieveably alert I know I will have a problem the next day. PT and athletic fitness becons!
Monday 13 August 2012
GSR Training Days 9 and 10: RUNNING
Ok so I should have posted this Saturday because I should have run Saturday but I had a stupidly late night Friday (bloody Olympics and then Bourne Ultimatum!) so when I got up on Saturday I was shattered and skipped a day! No slacking Sunday however so despite humid muggy weather (I hate running when its muggy) I donned my running gear including my new BHF top. I want to say I enjoyed it but I didnt. It wasnt miserable but it was a bit of a slog. It wasnt painful but I wasnt comfortable. I ran because I had to not because I wanted to. I hate these days. I like to enjoy myself and get a kick out of it, I dont like feeling like its a chore thats got to be done. I didnt even feel like posting this yesterday because I find these runs depressing. Instead I cheered myself up with a trip out with the kids and my Dad and had a kick about with the boys. Then me and my sons sat together and watched the Closing Ceremony of the Games.
Monday morning comes and I feel like I have been kicked several times very hard in the abs. I silently curse the male Godhead for inflicting monthly pain and suffering on women just because she listened to a snake. Core class is out of the question and again I dont feel like running but at least this time I know why. Im hormonal and im tired and I feel like crap. I decide that im not actually going to make any solid decisions until after I have taken my youngest son to gymnastics. Off I pop. Later I decide I probably will go for a run (as I scoff my second donut with my coffee- I think if I hadnt become a sports therapist I could have moved to New York and become a cop!) but I still have niggling thoughts and I almost dont go out. I almost have a change of heart before I get changed. I head out and it starts to drizzle and I know I will be ok. I love running in drizzle and I start to enjoy myself. The niggle in my right leg is aggrevating me but I can deal with the burn, because that all it is, a burn not a pain. I round the corner at the top of my loop and I notice my mood is much better than yesterday. Im still not at "that was fun lets go again!" but Im not at "urgh, how much bloody further til I can stop?" I am mildly surprised but not shocked to notice I got my fastest mile today. I get inside and immediately I know I need my trainers off, NOW. I could use some ice spray and tape but they are in the car. I will just have to settle for a shower as Im going out with the kids. I dont know if its where I am breaking in my trainers still (which I am assuming is the case) but I have a touch of achilles tendonitis and Im noticing that my ankles are swelling post run and the burn is halfway up my right calf. "I need to tape myself before a run I think" I inform my mum and I feebly stretch my calves in that I really cant be bothered way that I immediately chastise myself for but do not do anything about. Im not very good at practicing what I preach EVERY day ; ) Tomorrow I should be back on it. I should be lifting weights but I already know that I wont be. Its not because im slacking this time, its because if there is one thing I do practice it is listening to my body. Tomorrow will be a rest day. I havent built any in to my schedule. Why not? because I intend to load it up and cross train on rest days. However I know this wont work and Ive been having at least one day off a week. If I had built in rest days I would have had more than 1 day off. Tomorrow I am enforcing a rest day which means I have to stick to the schedule for the rest of the week. But it also means I will be fresh for Wednesday, so there can be no excuses!
Monday morning comes and I feel like I have been kicked several times very hard in the abs. I silently curse the male Godhead for inflicting monthly pain and suffering on women just because she listened to a snake. Core class is out of the question and again I dont feel like running but at least this time I know why. Im hormonal and im tired and I feel like crap. I decide that im not actually going to make any solid decisions until after I have taken my youngest son to gymnastics. Off I pop. Later I decide I probably will go for a run (as I scoff my second donut with my coffee- I think if I hadnt become a sports therapist I could have moved to New York and become a cop!) but I still have niggling thoughts and I almost dont go out. I almost have a change of heart before I get changed. I head out and it starts to drizzle and I know I will be ok. I love running in drizzle and I start to enjoy myself. The niggle in my right leg is aggrevating me but I can deal with the burn, because that all it is, a burn not a pain. I round the corner at the top of my loop and I notice my mood is much better than yesterday. Im still not at "that was fun lets go again!" but Im not at "urgh, how much bloody further til I can stop?" I am mildly surprised but not shocked to notice I got my fastest mile today. I get inside and immediately I know I need my trainers off, NOW. I could use some ice spray and tape but they are in the car. I will just have to settle for a shower as Im going out with the kids. I dont know if its where I am breaking in my trainers still (which I am assuming is the case) but I have a touch of achilles tendonitis and Im noticing that my ankles are swelling post run and the burn is halfway up my right calf. "I need to tape myself before a run I think" I inform my mum and I feebly stretch my calves in that I really cant be bothered way that I immediately chastise myself for but do not do anything about. Im not very good at practicing what I preach EVERY day ; ) Tomorrow I should be back on it. I should be lifting weights but I already know that I wont be. Its not because im slacking this time, its because if there is one thing I do practice it is listening to my body. Tomorrow will be a rest day. I havent built any in to my schedule. Why not? because I intend to load it up and cross train on rest days. However I know this wont work and Ive been having at least one day off a week. If I had built in rest days I would have had more than 1 day off. Tomorrow I am enforcing a rest day which means I have to stick to the schedule for the rest of the week. But it also means I will be fresh for Wednesday, so there can be no excuses!
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