Yesterday morning I went to the gym before work. I did 30 minutes: 20 minutes on the running machine, then 10 minutes of stretching and core strength.
In the past, I would only go to the gym - or for a run - or do anything really, if I felt I had the time to do a proper job. This 'all or nothing' attitude resulted, more often than not, in nothing.
This year's lesson has been you don't have to go the whole hog to make a difference. Put another way, half a hog is better than no hog.
Speaking of which, I'm off to my parents' on Sunday. Mum has already promised to roast the biggest piece of pork known to man. On this occasion, I will be more than happy to go the whole hog. In fact, I can't wait. Bring on the pig.
(Stats: Interval training: 20 minutes on running machine: 10 minute warm-up, followed by 10 minutes of one minute fast, one minute slow. My heart rate varied between 82 to 162 and my pace from 8kph to 12.5kph. Going to see if I can get up to 13k tomorrow. I'm flying.)
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Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Do it differently
This morning's lesson was flexibility. And I don't mean I spent it with my leg wrapped around my neck.
Last night, I laid out my P.E. kit ready for a nice little 7 am run today. This went right up the Swannee when I didn't wake up till 7.20. Now I didn't have enough time for my planned 45-minute outing before work.
After 10 minutes of fannying about, I decided to go anyway. My self-appointed marathon coach has been waxing lyrical about the benefits of sprint training. I would put this to the test.
For 15 minutes this morning, I ran up and down the road outside my house. One gentle jog, one proper sprint. It was quite a good distance for a 30-second dash. Enough that I certainly wanted to lie down and have a bit of a cry afterwards. I finished off the 'session' with a speedy lap of the nearby streets, even managing to bellow 'Good Morning' to a friend of mine preparing to open her lovely little coffee shop.
Who knows whether this will help much, but it has to be more beneficial than lying in bed watching breakfast TV. Surely?
(Stats: Not timed, but three sprints up and down the road, three gentle runs up and down the road, and one lap of my immediate neighbourhood.)
Last night, I laid out my P.E. kit ready for a nice little 7 am run today. This went right up the Swannee when I didn't wake up till 7.20. Now I didn't have enough time for my planned 45-minute outing before work.
After 10 minutes of fannying about, I decided to go anyway. My self-appointed marathon coach has been waxing lyrical about the benefits of sprint training. I would put this to the test.
For 15 minutes this morning, I ran up and down the road outside my house. One gentle jog, one proper sprint. It was quite a good distance for a 30-second dash. Enough that I certainly wanted to lie down and have a bit of a cry afterwards. I finished off the 'session' with a speedy lap of the nearby streets, even managing to bellow 'Good Morning' to a friend of mine preparing to open her lovely little coffee shop.
Who knows whether this will help much, but it has to be more beneficial than lying in bed watching breakfast TV. Surely?
(Stats: Not timed, but three sprints up and down the road, three gentle runs up and down the road, and one lap of my immediate neighbourhood.)
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