Short but challenging run this morning, only 20 minutes but at 'threshold' levels. And I honestly pushed, pushed, pushed. Much harder than Sunday, I was out of breath very quickly and continued to run at that level throughout, concentrating on striding properly with high knee lift, etc. I wasn't exactly floating over the ground, but there was, I imagined, some power and dynamism. Like...a hippo? In water, obviously. But according to the GPS, and I can see nothing in the course map stored on Garmin for the session to contradict this, I did only 2.08 miles. 9:37 per mile. Which is, clearly, a bit on the chronic side and more like a hippo out of water. Very disappointed, even allowing for the minute or so I spent waiting for some daft old bint to work out what her steering wheel was for and actually turn the corner I was patiently waiting to run across.
An interval run should follow tomorrow morning. I'm obviously looking forward to it very much.
On a lighter note. Zumba. Colin was late home this evening, so I took the opportunity to watch and learn with the instructional DVD in the set I ordered and Amazon, damn them, delivered. In summary, if I don't die laughing I may get some benefit from it.
I'm not entirely uncoordinated, but I seem to have left all my core strength somewhere and have no control whatsoever over my direction of travel in a dancing scenario. They're going 'and now the other side' and I'm looking over my shoulder at the telly with my mouth wide open careering head first for the patio doors. It's embarrassing. It all sounds very fluffy, burning calories while doing what should be a lovely fun dance to some actually great music. But my arms don't talk to my legs, my chest does not stick out under any circumstances and I don't know what a booty is, or whether I ever had one. I looked like a member of Madness, or perhaps that bloke who gormed about the stage with the Happy Mondays. They even give the moves some exotic sounding names. I believe I only managed to absorb the 'Oh Really', the 'Avinga Larfa' and the 'Fuckiu say' before I gave in to the laughter. Which at least gave my lungs and diaphragm a damn good seeing to.
I will be trying to get up at 6 every morning either to run or to Zumba. Lovely colleagues, if I'm late for work I'm probably sedated in the Royal Sussex. Come find me, they kill people in there!
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Your blogs are hilarious keep them coming!!
ReplyDeleteHilarious - keep it up!!
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