So I bought a Strap On. We were off on holidays you see and I was conscious that I did not want to lose my stride, so I bought a black cheap strap on. I didn't want to spend too much initially as I wanted to make sure it would fit, would not slip out and would keep me entertained while vigorously at it. What can I say.. it did ! My €4 telephone arm band fitted like a glove, my S6 slipped into it beautifully and once plugged in , my headphones provided me with all the inspiring tracks required to ensure I stuck to my C25K schedule while in Rosslare on me holiers. Of course, strapping it on is one thing, actually running is another. Monday evening after a day at the beach, I suggested that GASP take the boys to the playground and I would run around the ideally placed football pitch next door. There was an actual running track you could pay a fiver to hire for a hour, but I decided this would draw attention, as if I was meant to be some kind of a professional, I would not be able to run for an hour anyway and the fiver would buy a great glass of Cabernet Sauvignon later in the evening. Off I went with Ed ( Sheeran), Bruno ( Mars), Robin ( Thicke) Meghan ( Trainer...'cause I am all about the Bass !) and Pharrell ( Williams...hoping he would, in fact, make me happy) . I stretched like a pro ( professional not sexual) and pounded the grass for 1.5 minutes followed by my 1.5 minute walk and then the 3 minute run....YES ! I DID IT! I ran for 3 whole minutes. The little devil on my right shoulder kept saying " Give it up...go to the pub, you hurt like hell" but the wee angel on my left yelled " YOU ARE ACTUALLY RUNNING ! I was delighted with myself and rewarded myself with a pizza and two glasses of wine, reckoning I had earned them and already worn them off...as if ! I strode back towards the playground like an athletic goddess, feeling supremely proud of myself. As I neared the gate, I noticed I would have to straddle the small fence I had cleared so beautifully on my way in , in front of the Dad's banished to the playground by their demented wives. I strode up to it, threw my left leg over and attempted to follow gracefully with my right , but caught my knee on the top rung, pitched forward and looked like a drunken heifer trying to clear a gate. Pride hey ! Feck it, I was elated and confident I would manage the 3 sessions, to prepare me for the dreaded week 4. I got out of bed on Wednesday and Friday morning and went for a run !!!!!!!! Holy Mother, what is happening to me ???? Each evening I read the few lines on Facebook congratulating all who turned out during the week in the local park and saw the distance covered and calories burned ( not nearly enough for a pizza and wine !) I giggled to myself that I had missed the Rapid Ronan warm up , but was looking forward to meeting back up with everyone the following week.
Then I caught crabs ! I kid you not. It's a lot easier than you would think and they are nippy little bastards. Imagine buying a Strap On and catching crabs in the same week...some holiday ! I am back now, refreshed, eager but nervous, as I read the schedule for this week....FECK ! Having mastered ( just about ) the 3 minute run, now it ups to 5 minutes...OMG ! I am praying for an easy warm up tomorrow evening so I can sustain enough energy to make it, but I will admit I am not confident. I am feeling more Save Our Souls than Sonia O'Sullivan, but will give it a shot. Little Big Horn had better have his horn ready and Born a B*****S had better not be too cheerful. Suffice it to say, that if Mr. Boot Camp...the b*****d , shows his face I will not be happy. Bring on Gentle Gary and even the Silver Fox...but for God's sake boys, be easy on me, after the week I've had !!!!
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