Motivation for nervous Fatcats.

(On the ipod, for when legs get wibblywobbly)


Avast! And a hearty harro to you on this wet and windy Satdee. I will be off shortly to pick my bib and race number from the RDS- just as soon as I can locate the email they sent me all those months ago when I deemed it utterly reasonable to run 26.2 miles.
What on earth was I thinking?
Anyhoo, I must have been thinking something because I'm doing it again. I will be sqiffy with anxiety for the next two days, annoying the paramour with questions like 'What if my leg explodes at the 18 mile mark?' and 'Do you think it will rain? Do you? Huh? Do you?' And so on.
I am prepared though. Apart from doing a spot of running over the last two weeks or so, I have tried on many variety of running outfits, checking for chaffing/chafing and my music is being loaded up as I type. I have Glide, gels, jellies, a hat and a mountain of pain killers and plasters and...well let's just say I won't be standing in line at a chemists this year mid race.
I also have a cold, and I managed to put on three pounds this week by eating more carbs than you can shake a stick of butter at. Standing on the bathroom scales this morning was quite a revelation. Seems I really HAVE the capacity to turn into my mother if only I didn't run around quite a lot normally. Eek.
Anyhoo, since this will be my last post until after the marathon I just wanted to say a big cheers to all of you for being such good company on these motivational posts. I know they can get a bit dull, 'ran today, ran yesterday, running tomorrow...' but they help me and I like reading about everyone else's trials and tribulations as we adults do our very best to stave off belly-spread, laziness and impending death.
So thank you.
Kissy kissy.
FMC

motivation for fatcats and possibly for chumlies of Fatcats!

Tuesday-15k 15k 15k, 15k 15k 15kaaaaaaaay. Oh it were cold and it were hard and it were a bit achy on my right hip, but it
were done.

Wednesday, wet- I did a soggy 5k look around the 'hood came home and performed some seriously poor attempts at yoga.

Thursday- looked at skipping rope, looked at ceiling, looked at rain. More yoga.

Friday- 20 push ups, 50 sit ups, 50 star jumps, another 50 sit ups. Am building jump box. It rained, a lot.

Saturday- I"m still in my jammies, but I've got a 10k planned for this afternoon. It's threatening rain, but holding off. Am bringing jump rope in my fanny pack. The 000 on the counter is starting to mock me.

A point of interest, the not drinking is causing my weight to drop. I'm no more active than usual, in fact due in no small part to the sodding weather I"m considerably less active than normal. So my one or two pound drop per week over the last three weeks is only due to my lack of alcohol (and possible helped along by my not eating cheese).
I am starting to miss red meat though. The paramour was scoffing a cheese burger+onions+relish the other day while I dribbled lemon over my cod fillet and I swear to marmalade, if he'd turned his back for even a second I've have snatched it and run off like a fox.
I have also purchased a Breville whole fruit juicer. Now to accompany my egg white omelette and slice of whole meal toast I can blend some fruits and make a good nutritious fruit drink-excellent for me as apart from bananas and plums I'm not a big fruit eater. Huzzah. Or something.
However tonight I go to the cinema to finally see No country for old men, and thus another alcohol free night shall pass. Yes I've been sleeping better, yes I have more energy, blah blah chee di rah, I'd have sold my soul to Memnoch himself last night for a glass of good red. Fortunately I got over it and then I felt better. I can't believe I was stupid enough to say I'd do this until the end of Feb-especially seeing as I LIKE drinking- but there you have it. My resolve might falter here and there but my stubborn streak will prevail.
Either way, I'm sure some of you are suffering slightly today and so to you I say 'RASSSSSP.' You may, if you feel inclined, return that rasp next Friday night when you're trundling off to the pub and I am sitting here chewing on my fingers.