The observant reader will notice that I haven’t written anything for a week. That’s because I’m up to my eyes in Christmas. Nativity plays, presents, school parties, decorations, baking, pre-Christmas cleaning…I feel quite impressed that I got out on Tuesday with Katie for another run round the 3.7 mile route.
It was an interesting run – I was determined to make a bit more of an effort than the previous couple of times I’d done it. Katie is pretty good at finding the balance between telling me to move my arse and being sympathetic when I can’t breathe and want to lie on the floor and weep in a feeble manner. What’s good about training with someone else (besides the chance for a chat) is that things which aren’t apparent to you are glaringly obvious to someone else. So Katie pointed out that after every walking interval I’d start off at quite a fast pace, then die because I couldn’t sustain it. So we kept the pace much slower, and I managed to run for much longer periods of time. My recovery rate is loads faster too – I can feel my heart and breathing coming back to normal really quickly. I’m really hoping Santa is reading, because what I’d really like for Christmas is this…
With my very own Garmin, I’ll be able to see exactly what I’m doing when I run, plus it appeals to my inner nerd – downloadable graphs! Things to compare with other things! Heart rates and recovery rates! Technology heaven! Yay.
In other news, um, there isn’t any. The children broke up from school today at lunchtime and I have to fit in running around school holidays, Christmas, and the eleventybillion other things I have to do by next Friday. Treadmill tonight, Olympia Horse Show for a girly day out tomorrow with my big girl, who takes after her mother and loves horses, then if the snow stays off I’m heading back out again on Saturday. Anyone local fancy joining me?