Two days in a row, now maybe nagging sister will be more lenient about the whole jog to the park, jog round the park and jog home again scenario! Maybe the still quiet voices will ease off over this festive season AND GIVE ME A BREAK! But I doubt it. Encouragement is what they call it, I call it constant whining.
Yet here I am, blogging, which as you probably guessed by now, means I went out jogging again. On my way to the path I spied a fellow runner. He was jogging way ahead of me, I was thinking 'Good, get ahead, then you wont hear me wheezing behind you' He looked quite fit, running almost, so there was no way I would catch him up. Breathe a sigh of relief. But, wait, he's stopped, he's walking, oh no I'm catching him up. I almost cried out 'Keep going mate' but of course the only sounds coming from me was my heavy breathing. He must have heard this because he looked round and then moved to side of the path. 'Oh no, I'm going to have to pass this fellow jogger, with me wheezing and puffing like a broken down traction engine' As I got nearer I realised that maybe he wasn't a feller jogger, he was wearing painting overalls, oh thank goodness, he is just late for work. 'Alright' said the late worker, 'huh rrr aaah' I said back to him as I passed him. But that put me in a dilemma. Do I walk some of the way when I know he can still see me, or do I carry on till the alley before I walk between the lampposts. I didn't want to look like a pathetic old girl trying to beat old father time, but then again, today I was achy from yesterdays jog.
In the end I opted to push myself to the alley and even through the ally until I saw turn around lamppost. Yes! walk now, walk. As I stopped jogging a rush off something went to my head, I'm sure it was euphoria! Oh wow this feels good, just walking, but of course, those nagging voices which never seem to leave me urged me to go on.
Touching turn around lamppost and heading on the home stretch I half expected to see late for work man, but it seems he disappeared! I looked to my left thinking maybe he gone across the park, but no sign of him. Was this a figment of my imagination just to get me pushing myself, has my delusions now taken on a new dimension of hallucinations? Hmmm. Its a worry. I could become the fittest person in the asylum at this rate.
........What?........Sorry? ...... Oh the time! well I am quite pleased with that it was 16:03.50
So doctors! maybe I'm not so daft after all if I am getting fitter.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
ARRGGHH THESE NAGGIN VOICES!!
I thought I would have a reason for not going out today, I didn't have one yesterday, I must admit, so beat me up for it (OOOOO The old girl is getting bolshy), but today again no reason why I shouldn't go out.
No work today, not even the rug rats pen opened today, so what did I do? I sat on the computer checking Santa has the right things for my expanding brood. Checking done, then the silent voices start in, in fact they hardly seem like silent voices any more. After hearing what nagging sister has planned for us next year (Its torture, believe me) the silent voices wouldn't let me sit and stare at the screen, longing for all the goodies Santa could bring me.
Now I expect you're all reading this thinking I didn't go, well your wrong. It was hard getting up, but I though to my self, 'I could sit here, in my chilled house, or go out and do your self some good' (it is good, isn't it?)
Up the stairs, into my joggers and out the door before I could talk myself out of it, and smother those voices with a pillow, did just say that out loud?.
I did pretty well, I managed to run all the way to the ally today non stop, even ran through some of the ally, looking at turnaround lamppost through the hedgerow, ohh how I love that lamppost. I don't stay to long with my fav lamppost anymore, I hope its not feeling neglected, there is no stretching in between, just a quick touch and the my fav lamppost is behind me.
Heading back I'm thinking I'm doing well here, I don't want to check my stop watch, just in case, just in case the time is not quit what I think it should be, just in case its telling me I have done really badly and that I should push myself harder! I can see 12 min lamppost up ahead of me now, and then I look, 'Damn old girl, what you do that for!' 13:40 and I'm not even near it yet. Now I'm going to have to push myself. As you can imagine, this wonderful glow on my face, sweet kisses of sweat on my brow....... what?.......WHAT!........ Oh yes, you have all seen my pic of me looking 'glowing'. Well, there I was a big pink blob drenched in a bucket of sweat arguing with myself to go faster, go harder, just GO!
Well the time wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, 16:28.63. Still I know I have done so much better in the past! And I will get there again, AND BEAT MY P.B.
Till next time bloggers, and I'm not promising its going to be tomorrow!
No work today, not even the rug rats pen opened today, so what did I do? I sat on the computer checking Santa has the right things for my expanding brood. Checking done, then the silent voices start in, in fact they hardly seem like silent voices any more. After hearing what nagging sister has planned for us next year (Its torture, believe me) the silent voices wouldn't let me sit and stare at the screen, longing for all the goodies Santa could bring me.
Now I expect you're all reading this thinking I didn't go, well your wrong. It was hard getting up, but I though to my self, 'I could sit here, in my chilled house, or go out and do your self some good' (it is good, isn't it?)
Up the stairs, into my joggers and out the door before I could talk myself out of it, and smother those voices with a pillow, did just say that out loud?.
I did pretty well, I managed to run all the way to the ally today non stop, even ran through some of the ally, looking at turnaround lamppost through the hedgerow, ohh how I love that lamppost. I don't stay to long with my fav lamppost anymore, I hope its not feeling neglected, there is no stretching in between, just a quick touch and the my fav lamppost is behind me.
Heading back I'm thinking I'm doing well here, I don't want to check my stop watch, just in case, just in case the time is not quit what I think it should be, just in case its telling me I have done really badly and that I should push myself harder! I can see 12 min lamppost up ahead of me now, and then I look, 'Damn old girl, what you do that for!' 13:40 and I'm not even near it yet. Now I'm going to have to push myself. As you can imagine, this wonderful glow on my face, sweet kisses of sweat on my brow....... what?.......WHAT!........ Oh yes, you have all seen my pic of me looking 'glowing'. Well, there I was a big pink blob drenched in a bucket of sweat arguing with myself to go faster, go harder, just GO!
Well the time wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, 16:28.63. Still I know I have done so much better in the past! And I will get there again, AND BEAT MY P.B.
Till next time bloggers, and I'm not promising its going to be tomorrow!
Friday, 4 December 2009
How Time Flies!
Today is Friday 4th December, and it has been a while since my last blog. My goodness, is there a priest in the house!
I could tell you all sorts of lies, but I'm sure you blog readers just know! You know where I have been, you know what I have not been doing, you know the fact that I, me, the old girl, has been sitting on her backside again, looking at the rain, saying 'No way am I going out in that' But I also know that you read my blog, and it said that if I didn't going jogging I would prance around in my kitchen for half an hour.
Again I know that you know, that that never happened! I developed a severe strain of lazyitus, it completely knocked me for six,.......maybe seven or eight (bars of choccie, pints of beer)
But, always a trier, always keep saying 'This is a new day, start again.' So I woke up from a wonderful dream, the sun was shining, blue skies, it looked lovely out there, then the still small voice saying, 'the sun shining, blue skies, its lovely out, get your ass out there now' Of course I do what most people suffering from lazyitus do, I pulled the covers over my head and tried desperately to get back to that wonderful dream.
The voices won, I got up, muttering as I pulled on my joggers, saying 'What a ridiculous thing I'm doing, a woman of my age, a nanny for goodness sake' Grabbing my tee shirt, yanking it over my head, muttering again 'Just take the car, go to the wool shop and buy some knitting needles and wool'
I'm not sure if talking to oneself means that you are in a bad place, and when the voices you have been 'chatting' to win the argument then I'm sure its time for treatment. All the same, here I am, outside my house, lovely blue skies sun shine....... and a chill! Brrrr, set the stopwatch and off I go. Even now I am arguing with myself saying just do the short route, and again I listened to the 'others', nagging sister included, and went the way of the well jogged path.
At that time of day, there was no one around, children all gone to school, golfers busy plotting where there ball needs to land, so the only one I had to 'impress' was me. Now that is not too hard, I'm easily impressed. The fact that I got out of bed before 10 impressed me! So I wasn't hoping for a impressive times, or complete endurance to reach turn around lamppost today, but I was going to push myself, get beyond that last lamppost where I stopped before, jog all the through the ally to turn around lamppost and back again. Say to my self 'walk from the next lamppost' but carry on to the next before I do.
Well it worked. I did all those things, but the time was not so good, but I still feel pretty good about it, the time was 16:11.17, mmmmm not good, but not bad.
So still small voice, nagging sister, blog readers, I am still here..........just about!
I could tell you all sorts of lies, but I'm sure you blog readers just know! You know where I have been, you know what I have not been doing, you know the fact that I, me, the old girl, has been sitting on her backside again, looking at the rain, saying 'No way am I going out in that' But I also know that you read my blog, and it said that if I didn't going jogging I would prance around in my kitchen for half an hour.
Again I know that you know, that that never happened! I developed a severe strain of lazyitus, it completely knocked me for six,.......maybe seven or eight (bars of choccie, pints of beer)
But, always a trier, always keep saying 'This is a new day, start again.' So I woke up from a wonderful dream, the sun was shining, blue skies, it looked lovely out there, then the still small voice saying, 'the sun shining, blue skies, its lovely out, get your ass out there now' Of course I do what most people suffering from lazyitus do, I pulled the covers over my head and tried desperately to get back to that wonderful dream.
The voices won, I got up, muttering as I pulled on my joggers, saying 'What a ridiculous thing I'm doing, a woman of my age, a nanny for goodness sake' Grabbing my tee shirt, yanking it over my head, muttering again 'Just take the car, go to the wool shop and buy some knitting needles and wool'
I'm not sure if talking to oneself means that you are in a bad place, and when the voices you have been 'chatting' to win the argument then I'm sure its time for treatment. All the same, here I am, outside my house, lovely blue skies sun shine....... and a chill! Brrrr, set the stopwatch and off I go. Even now I am arguing with myself saying just do the short route, and again I listened to the 'others', nagging sister included, and went the way of the well jogged path.
At that time of day, there was no one around, children all gone to school, golfers busy plotting where there ball needs to land, so the only one I had to 'impress' was me. Now that is not too hard, I'm easily impressed. The fact that I got out of bed before 10 impressed me! So I wasn't hoping for a impressive times, or complete endurance to reach turn around lamppost today, but I was going to push myself, get beyond that last lamppost where I stopped before, jog all the through the ally to turn around lamppost and back again. Say to my self 'walk from the next lamppost' but carry on to the next before I do.
Well it worked. I did all those things, but the time was not so good, but I still feel pretty good about it, the time was 16:11.17, mmmmm not good, but not bad.
So still small voice, nagging sister, blog readers, I am still here..........just about!
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Thursday!
I can feel you all 'reading' my blog, wondering where I have been. And I can feel you all silently nagging me from your nice comfy seats reading this saying, she lost it again. Well I haven't, I just got slightly waylaid.
Ok, so on Monday, it was hissing down with rain, and it was cold and grey and no-body in their right mind, who didn't have to be out there would have been out there, (Well maybe nagging sister, the martyr) but I did say right mind. So instead I started up my comp in the hope of doing some work, spread sheets! Excel! All day on that darn thing, forgot to do any form of exercise, just this darn spread sheets, which wasn't doing what I wanted it to do! I was pleasantly distracted for a while, (Facebook) reading every ones up dates, looking at new pictures, etc....... I'm sure you all have done it right?
Tuesday again, was a bad day for the exercise because of ........ something...... which I assure you was very important! (Oh dear why cant I remember what I did) ....
oh yes, there was the banking to do. See I told you in was important.
And Wednesday, well yesterday was a different day all together. Yesterday was the second anniversary for my mums passing. The wind was fierce yesterday, reminding me of the very moment that mum went. 'I wonder if that is the wind coming for mum' I said to my brother as we were outside the house having a ciggie (yes I know). And it was. She was the inspiration for all this keep fit thing happening, she was the reason why there were 20 or so of us getting off our lazy backsides and doing something to raise money for cancer research. Mum and dad and everybody else who has suffered or been affected by cancer is the reason why I am still struggling to keep fit. We missed out on this years Race for life, but next year, 2010, I shall be entering again, with mum and dad on my mind.
So today, after a firm telling off by me, yes nagging sister I nagged my self, as well as your nagging voice in my head and the silent voices that are willing me to do well, I was also nagging myself, I got out of my pit pulled on my joggers and opened the door. The wind is about again and blew some dirt in my eye. I went back inside and decided, 'Maybe jogging in high winds is not the best idea' so with a smile on my face I whacked on the old mans IPOD and danced. I love dancing, and, to be fair, because I can feel you saying, 'JUST GET OUT THERE YOU WIMP when I do dance about in my kitchen I do so for at least 30 mins, which is of course as you know, more heart pumping, sweat inducing time then jogging for just over 15 mins.
So can you all stop nagging me now, please?
Ok, so on Monday, it was hissing down with rain, and it was cold and grey and no-body in their right mind, who didn't have to be out there would have been out there, (Well maybe nagging sister, the martyr) but I did say right mind. So instead I started up my comp in the hope of doing some work, spread sheets! Excel! All day on that darn thing, forgot to do any form of exercise, just this darn spread sheets, which wasn't doing what I wanted it to do! I was pleasantly distracted for a while, (Facebook) reading every ones up dates, looking at new pictures, etc....... I'm sure you all have done it right?
Tuesday again, was a bad day for the exercise because of ........ something...... which I assure you was very important! (Oh dear why cant I remember what I did) ....
oh yes, there was the banking to do. See I told you in was important.
And Wednesday, well yesterday was a different day all together. Yesterday was the second anniversary for my mums passing. The wind was fierce yesterday, reminding me of the very moment that mum went. 'I wonder if that is the wind coming for mum' I said to my brother as we were outside the house having a ciggie (yes I know). And it was. She was the inspiration for all this keep fit thing happening, she was the reason why there were 20 or so of us getting off our lazy backsides and doing something to raise money for cancer research. Mum and dad and everybody else who has suffered or been affected by cancer is the reason why I am still struggling to keep fit. We missed out on this years Race for life, but next year, 2010, I shall be entering again, with mum and dad on my mind.
So today, after a firm telling off by me, yes nagging sister I nagged my self, as well as your nagging voice in my head and the silent voices that are willing me to do well, I was also nagging myself, I got out of my pit pulled on my joggers and opened the door. The wind is about again and blew some dirt in my eye. I went back inside and decided, 'Maybe jogging in high winds is not the best idea' so with a smile on my face I whacked on the old mans IPOD and danced. I love dancing, and, to be fair, because I can feel you saying, 'JUST GET OUT THERE YOU WIMP when I do dance about in my kitchen I do so for at least 30 mins, which is of course as you know, more heart pumping, sweat inducing time then jogging for just over 15 mins.
So can you all stop nagging me now, please?
Friday, 13 November 2009
Friday 13th!
Now I am not superstitious, and I didn't stay in bed where its nice a warm, away from path crossing black cats and ladders over the pavements, but all the same I didn't venture out in the rain to go jogging.
Now I can hear you all now saying its only rain, you wont fizz up and turn to slush in the middle of the path, but I just didn't want to go. This keep fit and staying fit lark is after all supposed to be enjoyable as well as healthy and good for you, so the thought of me going out there, in the rain, looking like nagging sister did (but on a sightly larger scale) did not appeal to me.
As it happens today I did get up very early for work, drove the little girl to her breakfast club and drove home again. I came home while the old man and son was still home getting ready for their days work/schooling and I made sure they were both out the housebefore I got down to business. I went up stairs pulled on my joggers and came down to the kitchen and whacked on some tunes on the IPOD. Oh no, this old girl is not going to sit down and listen to some nice songs, chilling on the sofa,oh no, this old girl is going to dance about frantically, with wild abandonment to some wicked tunes toonz man, init, Stones - Sympathy for the devil, Wishbone Ash - Blowin Free, Guns - Welcome to the jungle, Summer breeze????? oops change songs, David Bowie Jean Genie, Yeah baby, look at my bad self, throwing some shapes!
It was a very good 30 mins, (nearly) of vigorous, heart pounding, head banging, sweat inducing session. I was just warming down to Landslide and All You Need Is love when my next little person arrived to be looked after. I did look a state, and the mummy said to me, 'you look worse than I do'. Of course I explained that I had just done an hours workout!........ Well if I looked that bad then I had to give a plausible reason why I looked that bad to the young beautiful, (even though she is rain soaked) mummy.
Weekend here, looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend and then start all over again on Monday...
Sshhh quiet voices, sshhh nagging sister sshhhhh its the weekend, and I'm chilling, chilling I say!!!!
Now I can hear you all now saying its only rain, you wont fizz up and turn to slush in the middle of the path, but I just didn't want to go. This keep fit and staying fit lark is after all supposed to be enjoyable as well as healthy and good for you, so the thought of me going out there, in the rain, looking like nagging sister did (but on a sightly larger scale) did not appeal to me.
As it happens today I did get up very early for work, drove the little girl to her breakfast club and drove home again. I came home while the old man and son was still home getting ready for their days work/schooling and I made sure they were both out the housebefore I got down to business. I went up stairs pulled on my joggers and came down to the kitchen and whacked on some tunes on the IPOD. Oh no, this old girl is not going to sit down and listen to some nice songs, chilling on the sofa,oh no, this old girl is going to dance about frantically, with wild abandonment to some wicked tunes toonz man, init, Stones - Sympathy for the devil, Wishbone Ash - Blowin Free, Guns - Welcome to the jungle, Summer breeze????? oops change songs, David Bowie Jean Genie, Yeah baby, look at my bad self, throwing some shapes!
It was a very good 30 mins, (nearly) of vigorous, heart pounding, head banging, sweat inducing session. I was just warming down to Landslide and All You Need Is love when my next little person arrived to be looked after. I did look a state, and the mummy said to me, 'you look worse than I do'. Of course I explained that I had just done an hours workout!........ Well if I looked that bad then I had to give a plausible reason why I looked that bad to the young beautiful, (even though she is rain soaked) mummy.
Weekend here, looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend and then start all over again on Monday...
Sshhh quiet voices, sshhh nagging sister sshhhhh its the weekend, and I'm chilling, chilling I say!!!!
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Some One Tell Me Why!
I'm up, I'm up! Unlike yesterday, Wednesday! No I didn't go out yesterday, I didn't get up, and that still quiet voice saying to me 'Excuses excuses'. There wasn't an excuse, the reason was, I was being totally lazy and very rebel like with all the nagging voices in my head telling me to go.
By the time I did eventually get up then my work arrived, (Oh thank goodness my work arrives at my front door) so no way could I go jogging with a buggy. By the time the little un left it was far too dark for old girls to be out on there own. That's what I'm saying and I'm sticking to it.
But today was a different matter no work due at the door, the sun shining brightly in the sky and I'm awake after getting son off to school, those nagging voices refusing to be quiet, 'Come on up, get out that pit, move yourself'.
Digging in the bottom of the wardrobe for my faded joggers (they don't deserve to go on a hanger,) even they nag me, with the 'Athletic' in large letters across the bottom. Its like writing beauty queen across the face of the elephant man!
At least the chill of the morning is not there today, only the gorgeous sunshine encouraging me to do better. I set the stopwatch on my phone and head of to turn around lamppost. The school children are still going to school, so I need to look impressive, and fit and non scary to the kids as I huff and puff up the path, thank goodness the mums are with them! I see one family at the beginning of my run and I'm my 'fit' mind I was thinking that I wold see them again on my way back at 5 posts,keep reading, I will tell you more in a min. I was jogging past the kids and mums going to school, and each time I did I just had to carry on jogging, I mean, how would it look if I just jogged past them and then started walking after? Exactly.So maybe jogging this time of the day is like having nagging sister beside me, only less vocal.
On an on to turnaround lamppost, pushing my self harder with each set of school kids I pass and then finally get there 7 mins and something, I cant see, my eyes not focusing, but now for the journey home, the best bit! back down the ally, and do you remember the family I saw at the beginning, well they are in the ally, just a min or so behind me, looking totally refreshed and ready for their day, I grunted after the mum 'I'm so unfit' as I huffed and puffed my way past, and she cheerily said that she was too!
Nearly home, I must say that I did walk a fair bit but I picked up the pace and jogged past 12m lamppost, I wont tell you what my stopwatch is saying at this point, I as too busy watching the man with too large dogs one on a lead an one not. The strange thing is he is calling out to the no dog lead to @LEAVE IT, LEAVE IT So off course I stop jogging and walk past the man with two dogs and he is saying to me 'Don't worry love, he has a thing about joggers, but he's alright' ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, why is he saying leave it, to the huge dog then, let him going past a big dog with the owner saying leave and see how he feels,mmmm.
Well it was a good time today, 16:30.57 and that still quiet voice in my head saying, well done, good for you........................better time tomorrow then??
Heres me after jogging, can you see the reflection shining off my pink t shirt, (!)
By the time I did eventually get up then my work arrived, (Oh thank goodness my work arrives at my front door) so no way could I go jogging with a buggy. By the time the little un left it was far too dark for old girls to be out on there own. That's what I'm saying and I'm sticking to it.
But today was a different matter no work due at the door, the sun shining brightly in the sky and I'm awake after getting son off to school, those nagging voices refusing to be quiet, 'Come on up, get out that pit, move yourself'.
Digging in the bottom of the wardrobe for my faded joggers (they don't deserve to go on a hanger,) even they nag me, with the 'Athletic' in large letters across the bottom. Its like writing beauty queen across the face of the elephant man!
At least the chill of the morning is not there today, only the gorgeous sunshine encouraging me to do better. I set the stopwatch on my phone and head of to turn around lamppost. The school children are still going to school, so I need to look impressive, and fit and non scary to the kids as I huff and puff up the path, thank goodness the mums are with them! I see one family at the beginning of my run and I'm my 'fit' mind I was thinking that I wold see them again on my way back at 5 posts,keep reading, I will tell you more in a min. I was jogging past the kids and mums going to school, and each time I did I just had to carry on jogging, I mean, how would it look if I just jogged past them and then started walking after? Exactly.So maybe jogging this time of the day is like having nagging sister beside me, only less vocal.
On an on to turnaround lamppost, pushing my self harder with each set of school kids I pass and then finally get there 7 mins and something, I cant see, my eyes not focusing, but now for the journey home, the best bit! back down the ally, and do you remember the family I saw at the beginning, well they are in the ally, just a min or so behind me, looking totally refreshed and ready for their day, I grunted after the mum 'I'm so unfit' as I huffed and puffed my way past, and she cheerily said that she was too!
Nearly home, I must say that I did walk a fair bit but I picked up the pace and jogged past 12m lamppost, I wont tell you what my stopwatch is saying at this point, I as too busy watching the man with too large dogs one on a lead an one not. The strange thing is he is calling out to the no dog lead to @LEAVE IT, LEAVE IT So off course I stop jogging and walk past the man with two dogs and he is saying to me 'Don't worry love, he has a thing about joggers, but he's alright' ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, why is he saying leave it, to the huge dog then, let him going past a big dog with the owner saying leave and see how he feels,mmmm.
Well it was a good time today, 16:30.57 and that still quiet voice in my head saying, well done, good for you........................better time tomorrow then??
Heres me after jogging, can you see the reflection shining off my pink t shirt, (!)
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Get Me out of here, I'm Unfit!
So what are we on now, day 5 or 6 of my new, new regime? I cant remember, It seems like a life time ago that I started up my training/keep fit torture, cruelty, yet my body is thinking its the first day each time. Every jogging step is arduous and torturous. The cold air taunting me, telling me to go back inside, where unfit, old girl grannies stay knitting matinee jackets.
But, I closed the door with a firm bang, set the stopwatch and headed for that darn turnaround lamppost. No school children around to try and impress with my jogging skills and fitness levels, no nagging sister in front of me barking orders and no victim 2 to lean on, emotionally, for support. Just that still quiet voice in my head, COME ON OLD GIRL YOU YOU CAN DO IT, but the words that crept out of my mouth was 'You stupid old mare, go back home' Fortunately no-one was around to hear those utterances of a desperate unfit old girl.
Nothing unusual happened on the way, but I did give a huge pat on my back to say well done, as I had managed to jog even further today on the course, than yesterday. Yes well done old girl, well done indeed.
Seeing the couple walking their dog (slowly) made me jog further, I huffed and puffed up behind them and the duly gave way to me, unlike the dog, thank goodness he was on a lead, I know if he had jumped up at me I would have fallen over. On and on, turnaround lamppost my goal, I wish I could see it, still got to get to the ally first.
As you can imagine, I was talking to myself all the way to turnaround lamppost and back again, nagging, (wish nagging sister was here) Did I say that out loud? passing 12 min lamppost, jogging, walking, jogging, walking. My house in sight, waiting to hear nagging sister say 'Come on now sprint from here' but all I am hearing is my heavy breathing, my feet pounding the pavement in a walking pace! GET A MOVE ON and I sprint for my door. So its a shorter sprint than nagging sister would have made me do, but is she here? No exactly, Does she comment on my blog, No she doesn't, Does she have a blog account to encourage me, No she doesn't.
Hi sis, loves ya xxxx
p.s. nagging sister did mention what time I did the run and it was 17:03.07
But, I closed the door with a firm bang, set the stopwatch and headed for that darn turnaround lamppost. No school children around to try and impress with my jogging skills and fitness levels, no nagging sister in front of me barking orders and no victim 2 to lean on, emotionally, for support. Just that still quiet voice in my head, COME ON OLD GIRL YOU YOU CAN DO IT, but the words that crept out of my mouth was 'You stupid old mare, go back home' Fortunately no-one was around to hear those utterances of a desperate unfit old girl.
Nothing unusual happened on the way, but I did give a huge pat on my back to say well done, as I had managed to jog even further today on the course, than yesterday. Yes well done old girl, well done indeed.
Seeing the couple walking their dog (slowly) made me jog further, I huffed and puffed up behind them and the duly gave way to me, unlike the dog, thank goodness he was on a lead, I know if he had jumped up at me I would have fallen over. On and on, turnaround lamppost my goal, I wish I could see it, still got to get to the ally first.
As you can imagine, I was talking to myself all the way to turnaround lamppost and back again, nagging, (wish nagging sister was here) Did I say that out loud? passing 12 min lamppost, jogging, walking, jogging, walking. My house in sight, waiting to hear nagging sister say 'Come on now sprint from here' but all I am hearing is my heavy breathing, my feet pounding the pavement in a walking pace! GET A MOVE ON and I sprint for my door. So its a shorter sprint than nagging sister would have made me do, but is she here? No exactly, Does she comment on my blog, No she doesn't, Does she have a blog account to encourage me, No she doesn't.
Hi sis, loves ya xxxx
p.s. nagging sister did mention what time I did the run and it was 17:03.07
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