I went out and had a nice little run - even made a small diversion so that it would be seven-plus instead of seven-minus miles. Then got back to the surgery and there was a note on my desk summoning me to collect a sick child from school because Mr V-rap was off on a jaunt into town. So off I sped, still in full running regalia and with lunch stuffed into a carrier bag, to pick up a scarcely-ill-at-all Angelmouse (they really must stop being so trigger-happy about sending her home). After two muffins and a mug of hot chocolate she looked even less ill, and after a shower and a couple of bowls of chicken couscous I was fine apart from a slightly sore bottom.
I'd hoped to keep quiet about today's run and persuade my husband to let me go out for a little walk tonight, but he knows now.
Went to the gym and did a cracking weights session. Did a bit of rowing for cardio then had a sunbed session (yes I know it's bad for me but I don't indulge very often.).
Don't be too anxious about my welfare, BBB. Mr V-rap may moan about me running too much, but he is always happy to provide a spot of massage for my self-inflicted injuries. Especially in the gluteal zone.
Glad you're feeling better JJ. I think i've just committed myself to doing the Robin Hood Marathon later in the year, which on reflection may be just about the daftest promise i've ever made.
JJ glad you feel better...re the sunbed. I could just do with 30 mins under one but my masculine pride prevents me from going to the gym and booking a session. Guess I will have to wait until at least May before the sun kicks in and I can stop looking so pale I could pass for a Scotsman.
With regards the development of bottoms and the loss of clevage due to running. I've allways been a bum rather than a boob man...maybe thats why I enjoy running so much :-)
I'd imagine that only works if you're slower than all the girls, BBB :-)
I've got free sunbed tokens for the gym, vouchers for about a dozen two-minute bakes in a local tanning studio, and a friend who owns a sunbed place (and who, knowing my aversion to sunbeds, has offered to do me a spray-on tan) and I'm still as pale as a Scotsman. Mind you, if you pass me a Y chromosome I will be a Scotsman.
I don't go on the sunbed to get a tan. I'm quite dark all year round. I just like the feeling of being warmed by radiation. I relax and it eases my aches and pains.
BBB, if you're that hungry and your next meal is several hours away, eat that Mars bar. You don't want to be one of those obsessional nutters who would rather starve than eat something that isn't an organic blueberry, do you?
Or are you just too stingy to risk the machine swallowing your money and delivering a puff of air?
If it's hospital hot chocolate, it IS rubbish, JJ. I can still evoke the taste Klix-machine chocolate-flavour warm water, and it's been over 10 years since I worked in hospital (although I did drink a lot of hot chocolate while I was in hospital after having Kevin, because it was the only way I could get in enough calories - the food was designed for 98-year-old ladies with invalids' appetites, not hungry young women who were trying to breastfeed babies and heal their caesarean section wounds).
I know all about the food they give to new mothers. I was in for a week with No1 as she ended up on light therapy. They were pushing me to feed her more and feeding me single cheese sandwiches. I'll never forget the midwifes face when she came in and saw me and Mr J stuffing our selves with pizza as poor little No1 dozed under the lamp.
Good evening all, also starving and not going out to dinner for another hour. Roast chicken calling to me from the fridge.
Osteo is going to research the condition SS mentioned (and 'kindly' unjammed tight phoas, rigid quads, and even lower ribs this time), she recommends 'get thee to a GP asap', but doc can't see me until 17th March - no wonder they're reducing their catchment area.
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I went out and had a nice little run - even made a small diversion so that it would be seven-plus instead of seven-minus miles. Then got back to the surgery and there was a note on my desk summoning me to collect a sick child from school because Mr V-rap was off on a jaunt into town. So off I sped, still in full running regalia and with lunch stuffed into a carrier bag, to pick up a scarcely-ill-at-all Angelmouse (they really must stop being so trigger-happy about sending her home). After two muffins and a mug of hot chocolate she looked even less ill, and after a shower and a couple of bowls of chicken couscous I was fine apart from a slightly sore bottom.
I'd hoped to keep quiet about today's run and persuade my husband to let me go out for a little walk tonight, but he knows now.
Went to the gym and did a cracking weights session. Did a bit of rowing for cardio then had a sunbed session (yes I know it's bad for me but I don't indulge very often.).
I'm feeling much better.
well done v-rap on 7 miles!
Don't be too anxious about my welfare, BBB. Mr V-rap may moan about me running too much, but he is always happy to provide a spot of massage for my self-inflicted injuries. Especially in the gluteal zone.
Vrap, strange that, Mr J has been taking an interest in my gluteal develop ment too :-)
I think i've just committed myself to doing the Robin Hood Marathon later in the year, which on reflection may be just about the daftest promise i've ever made.
Just a short visit today - been busy - and i'm knocking of in 10mins
JJ glad you feel better...re the sunbed. I could just do with 30 mins under one but my masculine pride prevents me from going to the gym and booking a session.
Guess I will have to wait until at least May before the sun kicks in and I can stop looking so pale I could pass for a Scotsman.
With regards the development of bottoms and the loss of clevage due to running. I've allways been a bum rather than a boob man...maybe thats why I enjoy running so much :-)
I've got free sunbed tokens for the gym, vouchers for about a dozen two-minute bakes in a local tanning studio, and a friend who owns a sunbed place (and who, knowing my aversion to sunbeds, has offered to do me a spray-on tan) and I'm still as pale as a Scotsman. Mind you, if you pass me a Y chromosome I will be a Scotsman.
After a run my face is so red it hardly matters.
Me HUNGRY....
Me at work with NO food.....
Me going home in TWO hours.....
Rumble, rumble, rumble (BBB's tummy)
Have you no money? Eat a Mars bar or something.
The last time I bought a choccy bar was about 4 yrs ago.
I am not going to go and buy some rubish to eat. Now if there was a bar at work a liquid snack would certainly be in order!
What time did you start?
Mr J left the house at 6 this morning and is only just leaving work.
Or are you just too stingy to risk the machine swallowing your money and delivering a puff of air?
BBB can hear you belly from here!!
I got here at 9.00 so not to bad.
Bare cupboards this morning is why I have no snacks....
anyway I will manage with a few more cups of tea!
Osteo is going to research the condition SS mentioned (and 'kindly' unjammed tight phoas, rigid quads, and even lower ribs this time), she recommends 'get thee to a GP asap', but doc can't see me until 17th March - no wonder they're reducing their catchment area.
Another theory http://www.time-to-run.com/theabc/postrun.htm
I don't fully subscribe to this as it takes several weeks for me to recover, and this talks about a few days.
Hark, I hear a chicken. Back soon :-)
Im making carrot soup
Rumble, rumble, rumble
A potato makes it thick and gloopy too