Oh dear. Once again I've been epically shit on the Juneathon front and haven't blogged since last week. Nor have I had much time to read and comment on other people's blog. I hereby declare that I will be chasing that elusive "negative split" and will do much better in the second half of the month. If I fail at this, please feel free to come and do some monkey style poo flinging at my comments section.
So what have I been up to in the past week? Mainly lots of dog walking. In the rain. You know it's got bad when on arrival at the park, the first thing Murdoch does when you let him off the lead is glance back at the entrance to the park, wondering if he could make a dash back to the flat before I could catch him. I swear the only reason he (grudgingly) followed me into the park was because I don't let him have his own front door key. In fact I have temporarily renamed him. His current name is Misog because he is such a damp and grumpy misery dog. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. So Misog and I have been doing lots of walking, sometimes clad in the Wrong Trousers, sometimes braving it in mere walking trousers (am I brave or foolhardy? I'll catch my death etc etc).
|The view from the Gibbet. On a clear day you can see Canary Wharf|
On Saturday morning I headed to the Devil's Punchbowl to do the Saturday morning run out with the lovely HBAC folk. I particularly enjoy this session, as it always ends up in the café having a nice spot of breakfast. Super. It's really lovely at the Punchbowl. Well it always was, but since the Hindhead tunnel opened, the Punchbowl and the Gibbet are no longer bisected by the A3 and it's now just wonderful. Must take Misog down there for a walk. At the end of the session, we were told that we must come next week as one of the coaches has something special in store for our little back to running group. This has struck fear into my heart, mainly because Julia's idea of fun is running repeatedly up and down very steep hills. She's lovely, but y'know, that's just madness. Anyway, I'll find out what that is on Saturday, and if I survive, I'll tell you all about it.
On Sunday morning I did a Pilates class at Charterhouse Club. I really love this class, partly because I'm much better at it than I thought I'd be! It's a great change of pace and I always leave after the class feeling energised.
Anyway, that's probably more than enough from me, I'll finish by giving you my Juneathon grand totals so far (*drum roll*):
Walking: 56 miles
Running: 14 miles (is anyone else having trouble getting RunningFree to speak to Nike+? They have clearly had a falling out and are standing on opposite sides of the room sulking.)
Pilates: 0 miles (1hr)