This week has been a bit of a mixture. I don’t know why but I had a down episode on Sunday. The previous week I was pretty exhausted, a late flight from holiday on the Sunday completely threw me out of kilter. My last post talked about the tiredness that ensued. Saturday I took the boys into Intu to do some shopping, which was nice to spend some time with them. I bought a signed Derby County shirt for my eldest for part of his Birthday present and we needed to get it framed. My other son wanted a treat too and decided he would like some trainers so I we had a look, but he couldn’t find any he liked.
On the Sunday morning I had a PT session with Zoe, which was definitely the hardest yet. It started with the usual warmup; 30 seconds punching then 10 seconds rest, followed by Squats and running on the spot. We then moved into my least favorite session – High Intensity Training, or HIT for short. We did ten repeats, which is a killer.
The exercise was 40 seconds of exercise followed by 20 seconds rest, this is done in a circuit. Exercise one was start Jump squats, 2) was Mountain Climbers on a box, 3) was sprints with a medicine ball and 4 was toe taps on a step. This doesn’t sound hard, but doing it non stop for 40 minutes certainly tests the mettle. Needless to say Monday I was very achy. This was followed up with 20 minutes strength and conditioning. Wow! What a session.
When I got home I was on a high, but this quickly defrosted. I don’t know why but my mood plunged. I was really angry and snappy for no particular reason. I just wanted to lock myself away to be honest, I didn’t want to talk to anybody. This wasn’t helped by Linda constantly asking me if I was ok, clearly I wasn’t. I came time to go to the Football match and I couldn’t find my ticket anywhere. I emptied my wallet at least 3 times. This made me frustrated and even more on edge. As I had resigned myself to not going to the match – I had even called my dad to say I’d lost the tickets, Linda checked my wallet; there they were – 2 season tickets. I don’t know how I couldn’t see them. At this point Linda got me to take my emergency meds. Within an hour I was feeling great again. The match was amazing; the mighty rams won 3:0 and put in a stellar performance.
Monday was a very big day for me, it was the final day of Couch to 5k. For 9 consecutive weeks I have been following this plan, doing what Sarah Millican tells me to do. I had a meeting in Belper first though, so didn’t get back till 19:00. When I got home I was hungry, tired and it was hammering it down with rain and freezing cold. Not ideal conditions to be doing my biggest run yet. I wrapped up warm and went out I decided to head out a slightly different route than I have done before. I needed to make it long enough to ensure I hit my 5k target, but not too long that I ended up miles away from home. The run felt good. I quickly warmed up, but the puddles were a nightmare – every few hundred yards I stepped in a big puddle and my feet quickly became cold and wet. I wonder if there is such thing as waterproof running shoes?
When I got to the top end of the estate I was feeling great. I had got in a rhythm and felt really strong. To be honest I felt like I could have carried on for longer. I logged my run in Strava and took a selfie for prosperity. Then Sarah announced I had completed the programme. When I got home Linda let me in and asked why I was so happy, I had forgot to tell her it was my final run in the C25K programme. We had a big hug to celebrate, then I ran upstairs to get showered as I was drenched!
Roll on Saturday. I am going to do a parkrun, which will be by first. I am super excited.
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