As those of you who follow my exploits will know, I completed #5k4May!
A trip to Cumbria followed and a rather over-exuberant descent of Coniston Old Man caused a trauma to my right big toenail. Whilst it has taken a long time to heal and is still rather battered, it didn’t exactly represent a life-changing disability. Nonetheless, it proved an irresistible excuse to suspend the fitness regime.
I confidently announced at the completion of the 5k that if I jogged regularly, I could eat whatever I liked and to be fair, I managed the second part admirably!
My abdominal muscles took full advantage of my weakness. It was only when I tried to squeeze into my blue linen trousers and bits of thigh and stomach remained in stubborn defiance above the waistband, that the terrible truth dawned – the adipose was back.
With another trip to Cumbria on the horizon and my ability to keep pace with Mr JH out on the fells at stake, I decided the time had come …
I had to once more pull on those pink trainers.
This first post-5k jog wasn’t great. I managed 2k with a couple of brief stops and lots of whinging. When I announced that the slow time was due to obstacles in the way, Mr JH retorted that stepping over an average-sized hosepipe and an electrical lead stretched across the pavement, didn’t constitute a steeplechase.
When I thought I was going to vomit, Mr JH told me to mind his trainers.
To add insult to injury, two builders working on my neighbour’s house, laughed with gusto as I collapsed in a sweating heap on the front doorstep and offered to pop over to help me up. I declined. As you can see my time was 17:16 minutes, giving a split time of 8:27. Embarrassing.
So the moral of this tale is not to smugly sit on one’s laurels. Core muscles are just biding their time, waiting for the opportunity to give up. Don’t let them win or you too could end up looking like this when you attempt to do something about it.
Thank you also very much to my firstborn who helpfully suggested that I should:
‘Get back on the horse tomorrow’.
Actually I’m going to a family wedding so today I’m getting used to heels again. Probably a bad idea but it’s either gain height or shorten the dress!
I have three weeks to get fit for Cumbria. I’ll let you know how I get on …