order Depakote This is the first week of compiling stuff to talk about. I have put a lot of thought on what my blog should be, I have resisted doing the modern answer to everything and Googling “What makes a good Blog?” I’ve decided that I’m just going to write what has happened. After setting up the site I had to work out some finer detail and see how it all worked. I then decided to prove that I am real I set up a Strava account. I will have all my training information put up on there. Pop over and have a look if you’re on Strava then join me on my journey on there (https://www.strava.com/athletes/17401771).
go I will talk more about the training in a bit but first I wanted to lay out my stall. I popped along to our local generic pharmacy. You know the one, they sell tooth brushes, soap, hair brushes, male and female beauty products and copious amounts of different makeup. After I had decided that I had enough lipstick and also deflated that there were no shades that suited my pasty complexion I headed over to the scales. I dropped in my 50p trying to be discrete but then this loud commanding voice instructed me to stand still. Jesus I jumped out of my skin, I took a cursory look around and the entire shop has come to a halt and now they are looking at me. Are the all judging me? Do I care? Nope. At this point the voice demanded I grabbed the handles. I did, and waited, and waited. Then it churned out the receipt, I took it and scurried out of the shop. What did it reveal well let me tell you! I currently weigh 13 Stone 3 Pounds or for those in metric 84.1 Kg. How did I feel about this? I wasn’t too bad I had been 12 stone at my lowest last year whilst training for my first IronMan. After that event I did nothing. I ate as much rubbish as I wanted and drank wine when I could. So to only put on a stone I was lucky. What is my weight goals? 11 stone. This will be difficult. My job dictates that I need to maintain a level of fitness and also a good amount of strength. So to lose 2 stone and still be able to do my job is going to play a big part of all my training.
My diet has always been shocking, if it wasn’t for my good lady I would be a lot bigger than I am. I use to get frustrated standing in the supermarket watching her pick up all the packets of meat and analyse the amount of fat on each joint. Me I just walk in grab and go, easy! What is my diet now? Mainly stuff that is boring. When you have had a lifetime of crisps chocolate and sugar anything else tastes like cardboard. After talking to a nutritionist they explained the down falls associated with sugar. I can understand now how the human population is in crisis because of this white granulated delight. Now I look at everything and weigh up the sugar versus do I want it or what alternative is there? But all is not lost because on a Friday I have decided I can have a treat weather is be cake in work or some sweets at home. It’s my opinion that if you don’t reward yourself for your restraint during the week then there is no point in living.
This week was all running, a three, four and five milers. It’s a long way to go but each one got a little easier. In my head I need things to be organised so I have started storing things together. My heart rate monitor lives in my running trainers along with my yurbuds head phones they are there to put on when I go. My Garmin 920 watch lives by my bed, this is my most valuable bit of kit I own, it helps me keep my pace and now I have taken the time to understand how it works I can keep my pace steady. For those interested I am trying to achieve 10 minute miles at the moment. When I start slacking my wrist vibrates and I have to go faster, without this it was easy to bimble along and not really push myself. This came to light last night. After an easy day I went for a run, in my head today was going to be a five-mile sort of day. Off I went headphones in shouting at Siri to play random tracks to help me on my way, the first mile for me is always a night mare, a mixture of nerves excitement and flatulence and not always in that order. My breathing is erratic this is why I have to have head phones in, if I can hear myself breathing I try to interfere with it and just make it worse. I got to two and a half miles last night and found myself in a comfortable place my wrist buzzing every now and then I began falling back in love with running again. I circled the town twice always fun passing the same other dog walkers twice, I got to four miles and had to change route and ad in extra loops to achieve my goal. The result was my fastest ever One miler, Two miler and 5K.
How much does this hurt! Not much until you step into the shower then the water appears to have been changed for an acid dispenser. With carrying a bit more timber at the moment places rub where you don’t want them to. I discovered that closely fitting cloths although unflattering at times they save so much discomfort. Last night I had my Zone3 tri suit on. Ok let’s not be under any illusion I am not a body beautiful but this close fitting suit makes all the difference. I don’t know the clever science behind it but it felt comfortable for the hour I had it on. It was the same one I wore last year on my first IronMan, again with no unwelcomed rubbing.
So Why Do I Train?
Because it makes me feel better about myself.