One Last Push…………..Go on Then

gymWahoo -at last the dodgy weather has let up and rugby training was finally back on, shame about the lashing down rain and howling gale – but hey, this is summer rugby. So now my washer is sulking due to having half a pitch sloshing around in it and Jack is sat looking well chuffed that he is finally back doing what he loves the most -boy has he missed it. Only downside of Jack training is that I would normally be out running while he trained – another reminder that my knee is still not sorted.  Looks like getting back to the power walking again next session.

Still at least there is Janathon to keep me motivated and doing stuff, today was a gym session -10 miles on the bike and 2 miles on the cross trainer all done with the gym instructor hovering round telling me I needed to push harder – I really didn’t. Seemingly he’ll be there next time I go to keep up the encouragement -I can’t wait. Can you go to the gym with a bag on your head……………….

Pushed as hard as I could

More of the same tomorrow

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Eye Knee’d to Start Again…………..

Well its a good job I’m not one of those people who goes in for this ‘New Year -New Start’ malarkey as frankly the first few days have been somewhat of a disaster. not that it’s going to change anything – life’s what you make it and I’m all for looking on the brightside -well I would be if I could see, my left eye is full of goo. This time I can’t blame the class lurgy for giving me conjunctivitis -I got some muck in my eye while cycling and for some reason my eye didn’t like it -can’t think why!!

It’s the keeping fit side of my life that seems to be the cause of all that’s going wrong at the moment. If it’s not ba21385d enough that my niggly knee gave up on the 4th day of Janathon, now my other knee’s got the sulks as well. Mind you I suppose I’d be sulking if someone had dragged me across the tarmac (well gravel – Wakefield’s roads are a right mess!) at 30mph. Yep you’ve guessed it. my bike and I have been travelling in different directions again.Although this time I wasn’t knocked off, I fell off.-much to the amusement of two council workmen coming in the opposition direction.The first frosty morning of the year and guess who found the icy bit – Bolero on a bike without the music and purple chiffon! Once the council workmen had stopped laughing they did ask if I was ok.,which I was. Well apart from the holey cycling tights,holey gloves and a knee-cap that looked like it was about to give birth to twins -boy did it sting when I got in the bath. Still I managed to cycle home – safely and hopefully that’s my three disasters out-of-the-way and I can finish this Janathon thing in one piece. How many days are left…………….

5 miles cycled

1 mile sliding across the floor

Staying upright tomorrow

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Fitting in Fitness and a Blind Referee……..

Strange really, but now I’m back at work its much easier to fit my runs etc in. You would think that having six weeks off would allow for loads of running but it just doesn’t work that way. I suppose I could have got up earlier to run before the start of everything else but then that’s not a holiday is it, and time with Jack is precious so I won’t put running before him either. But all in all I have clocked up a fair few miles running and we have walked swam and cycled nearly every week so its still exercise – it all must count towards the ‘getting my fitness back’ campaign.

So today I cycled to work – 1.5 miles, cycled home (the scenic route) – 4 miles and ran while Jack was at rugby training – 6.2 miles – not a bad day really. Now the real challenge – can I get up and run before work – I haven’t done that in a while – watch this space!

What with work and keeping fit there hasn’t been much time for paralympic watching today – however I did get a chance to watch the blind football – what a game. No rolling about feigning injury like some overpaid professionals I could mention, it’s fascinating to watch. Trouble is it led to another of Jack’s classic questions – ‘Is the referee blind as well?’ Mind you this is the kid who during the Paralympic opening ceremony asked ‘whats the point in signing  the songs’ – the blind people can’t see ……Er – she’s doing it for the deaf ones Jack. I think there’s more than one blonde in this house!!!

2 bike rides and a run logged

Early Morning Run – hopefully

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On the Hunt for Spike Island with the Catapult Kids……………….

The Catapult Kids

So with another walk and run under my belt my CBA syndrome has definitely been kicked into touch – for the time being at any rate. However my new-found love of cycling and walking is now causing me to suffer from ‘my legs don’t belong to me’ syndrome – not a good look. It’s pretty similar to the feeling you get the day after running after a marathon – you know your feet are on the floor but you can’t actually feel them – I’m sure it will ease off in a few days!!

Todays walk was with a nearly 11 and a 12 year old in tow, Jack had his friend round for the day and I decided a picnic in the local nature park was a good way of splitting the day up. It was also a good excuse for me to try and find Spike Island, a monument that must be well hidden as I’ve yet to find it.

  When we called to pick Alfie up he had something new and amazing to show us. Ipad, Xbox PS3……………..? Nope nothing new or fangled just a good old-fashioned CATAPULT. Now Jack had hours of fun at a recent BBQ with a catapult, its amazing how far overBBQ’d sausages fly. He was so impressed that he was going to stick one on his Crimbo List – hell of a lot cheaper than last years iPhone – he’ll do for me. After today I think we’ll be buying one a lot sooner than christmas.

Once I’d made the picnic we headed of on the mileish walk to the park, Alfie with his catapult and Jack with his recently acquired rope (see last weeks blog) that stinks of sheep, wrapped over his shoulder and round his waist – they looked like the lost boys!! I followed on behind, dragging the cool bag (have you tried filling 2 growing rugby lads – loads of snap needed!) my camera and the waterproofs! The plan to split the day up went out of the window – we spent nearly all day there. Catapulting anything and everything in sight and trying to lasso what they missed with the rope – who needs technology. Get your kids outside!

So with the kids engrossed I played with my camera – more practise is still needed but I did get a shot off the day – well I think it’s good.

My ‘Shot of the Day’

After all the fun,it was time for tea – a well-earned one before I dropped the lads at rugby training and went for a run with my mate – a bloody good run it was too.

A great day out -we never found Spike Island!!!

A visit to the catapult shop tomorrow

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Whatever the Weather……………….

Bit of a theme going on here – but if yesterday I was dog tired, today, well even breathing was an effort today. I would have had a better nights sleep had it not been for the ‘rain fairy’ marching up and down the attic window with her hob-nail boots on. Carnage – didn’t really bode well for today’s school fair.

Come this morning it was slightly brighter for about an hour – then it wanged it down (polite technical weather term for p***ing it down) just about the time the kids set off for school. It’s been wanging it down ever since. The school fair was inside – and boy was it hot with so many people squashed in one place. Still,on the plus side I  sold lots of photos – definitely worth the stress of ordering them.

The rain continued right up until rugby training time – then the thunder and lightning started – this Summer Rugby lark is turning into a bit of a farce – now I’ve got a bathroom full of grass and mud – somebody remind me why I have nice fluffy WHITE towels in my bathroom!!

Now I’m looking at tomorrows forecast and crying – the only way we’re going to survive tomorrow is on an ark -outdoor swimming and caving…….Anyone got any waders?

 There is one thing to look forward to, tomorrows the day – Jack’s gymnastic debut. Apparently they’re doing a floor routine – you have been warned!!

Washout today

No Waashout tomorrow

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No Running, No Rugby………Arrgghh!

I’m a little bit sad

So for the first time in a long time I actually put me first, absolutely hated doing it but sometimes needs must. Today I should have been running a marathon around 16 schools in Wakefield (including mine) to help out a local Pastor – Jon Robinson- a great guy, who does loads of fundraising for local charity C.A.P. Unfortunately last months hospital visit (low Iron/hb levels) meant that in reality it was no longer an option. I did sort of remain ever hopeful that come the day I might just be able to do it and in all honesty if it wasn’t for our forth coming holiday I would probably have risked it. But the last fortnights running has been tough at times and as I knew if I started with him this morning I’d end up doing it all  I decided not to start. I’m gutted as I hate giving in but it’s probably best to stick to shorter runs than none at all. Fair to say I had a tear in my eye when he ran into the playground though – maybe next year………………

Thankfully there was plenty to keep me cheerful today – not least year two and the amazing way they’ve picked up the ‘Big Dance’, why has it taken me weeks to perfect and a group of six and seven year olds get it in no time? Kids- you’ve got to love em, I’m in the wrong  job if I don’t!

Friday night is usually ‘rugby night’ in the Earnshaw household but there’s none on due to the challenge cup games – what a shit day – no running or rugby!!!! Yep, Friday nights, rugby and a red wine fuelled hubby talking absolute drivel. Well he’s still talking absolute drivel about the………………….golf – aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggh. Do I really care whether Tiger’s gonna miss the cut or not – no. Am I bothered that Rory (not the racing car) has already missed the cut – no again. The only thing that bothers me is that Florida (where the golf’s from) is hot and sunny – guess where I’ll be in two weeks time…..Wahoo!

No miles today

Rugby and running tomorrow

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Love is…………………A Seven mile run and an Ice Pack


So Valentines Day dawned and was I overwhelmed with the cards,flowers and chocolates……………….Er no, not quite. But in fairness to hubby, we decided a few years ago – when we were skint, that we could no longer justify spending daft amounts  and stopped the meals out and prezzies and as this years Valentines Day clashed with Jack’s rugby training there was no chance of an M & S meal for two either – unless we made it a meal for 3 once training had finished!!! So just like any other rugby night I went out running with the coaches Mrs. 

Finally tonight, after weeks of trying, we finally managed a steady paced run. Maybe it was the fact we didn’t run together last week so had loads to chat about but it’s fair to say seven miles passed by pretty much unnoticed, a really enjoyable run no twinges to be felt. Then I stopped running. I felt a little twinge in the ankle and thought nothing of it, by the time I had driven home it was throbbing. So on the most romantic night of the year I’m sat here with an Ice pack on my foot and hubby’s gone to bed to watch Shameless. Who says romance is dead……………..

7 miles in a nice steady (at last) 1:07:57

Twinge free running/walking tomorrow

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Dodging the Bullets on the Painthorpe Run

So another day, another run and another night of perfect weather conditions. Cold, clear and bright. Also perfect for launching missiles at unsuspecting runners. No I’m not kidding. Jack’s rugby training was on  giving us a chance to do our usual route round the nearby villages and estates, now most of these areas are really nice, some parts of it are even picturesque (especially during the day when you can actually see!) Unfortunately the actual rugby pitches have ‘Scratter-Ville’ located to one side. The kind of place where anything goes, and usually does. Come the summer months big and little Scratters alike  rob everything from the slates on the clubhouse roof to the rugby posts, drive mini scooters through training teams and when the weather warms up……………….Tatt fest,flabby bodies overfilled with special brew, on show for all to see (and thats just the women!) the BBQ overflowing with Asda’s best steak (robbed). A real eye opener.

So, back to tonights run, we hadn’t even made it to the end of the carpark before a missile came hurtling towards us, I saw it out of the corner of my eye and thankfully it just missed. So where did it come from. Just some scratter stood on his doorstep chucking his can away. ‘Sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to be running past’  he grunted. Oh well thats alright then………. Crash helmets next week.Still another great run, some great chat- huge bingo wings and massive calves tonights favourite topic!!! One day we’ll be happy with our finely toned (sort of)  figures. Tired legs for the last couple of miles though, think Janathon is starting to catch up. Still another six mile in the bag and a weekend off to look forward to. 

Super League starts tomorrow

Rugby League and Running

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Gorillunners in the Mist (sorry!)

Awww, nowt to do with the blog though!!!

So today dawned rainy and miserable and just got worse, the curse of the Janathon weather strikes again. Still come six o clock the rain had sort of stopped and although the fog/mist rolled in (hence the title, rubbish I know but, I’m running out of ideas fast !) the good news was that Jack’s rugby training was still on meaning I got to do the first of my twice weekly runs with my running friend. We had planned an easy trot round as we put the world to rights, however it soon turned into more of a gallop with more huff and puff than conversation. Saving the world will have to wait until Thursday! Downside of rugby training 0n a wet night is the mud. It gets everywhere, its in the car (well my car, hubby won’t allow mud in his!) the washing machine and I’ve a lovely tide mark round the bath – again -and what possesed me to have lovely white fluffy towels………………..

The other good bit of news today was that the Nike + fairy seems to have paid a visit over night. My amazing Nike+ sportswatch (never works) has recovered from the jaws of death and is now working again, in fact it is almost accurate! (first time for everything) See how long it lasts this time.

So 5 miles in 47 minutes and 1 second, 118 Janthon miles done, will I reach my target of 150 miles in 31 days.

Janathon Day 25

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One Blonde Moment or Two

So just for a change……….Change of plan.

No rugby training  so I ended up going out on my own. No gossip to help me round tonight. Still the drop in temperature meant running conditions were good and I set off with almost a spring in my step ,intending to do a one hour steady six mile run – Yeah right.

So a mile and a half in, I paused my amazing Nike+watch (well it said a mile n half but its still playing up!!!) while I crossed a bad bend in the road. Only then did I realise I hadn’t pressed pause when it flashed up ‘Great Run’. Bugger I’d pressed stop. Oh well I’d just have to re-start it and add them together at the end, easy enough…….

So off I set again and turned down a road I haven’t run down at night for a while, it soon became obvious why. No street lights. I was 100% certain there was, looked like I was 100% wrong. So I ran the best I could, praying for some car headlights, not one car!!! In the end I had to walk before I fell.

Finally the lights re-appeared and I picked up the pace only to be overtaken on the bend by one of those real runner types, whoosh and he was gone. I did give it my best shot to keep up with him and fairplay to him he gave me the thumbs up at the top of the hill before he whizzed of across the road (Well I think it was a thumbs up).

When I got to the four mile point and I felt like I’d been running an age I remembered something, the other one and a half miles. So there I was, a good 3 mile from home and only another half mile to run to do my planned six. (didn’t even have my emergency £1 to get the bus back – don’t think my emergency £1 would be enough to get the bus back!) So there was nothing to do but run for it . And run I did, even overtook one of those real runner types, whoosh and I was gone. 8.7 miles in 1 hour 16 mins and 33 secs, Change of plan anyone…………..

Janathon Day 13

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