Just call me Mrs Job.

Well, I give up.  Just call me Mrs Job - that's Mrs 'limping not running' Job. Mrs 'sitting on her bum with an ice pack on her elevated leg' Job.

I'm not bitter, oh no. I am furious and resigned and tearful at the same time as trying to be patient and grown up about it all - and failing.

According to my googling I have a grade 2 calf strain which requires RICE for about a week and then a few weeks before even starting to run, but I will get it confirmed by the physio tomorrow.

How did this happen, you ask......

'Twas Christmas Eve at the Northrops. The tinsel sparkled, fairy lights twinkled, reflected in the polished tables and floors. The clothes hung freshly washed and ironed in the cupboards and the smell of mulled wine floated through the house. I had just changed into my running gear for a short easy run when the phone went. As I skipped down stairs to answer it, something in my calf went ping. That horrid ping that you know is something really, really not good. Like that crunch you get when the car collides with metal. For a split second you hope it's not really happened, you try it again. It still hurts and you know it's not your imagination. You have an injury.

The rest is tediously predictable but essential. Off with the running gear and on with the ice pack, in with the ibuprofen and up with the elevated leg. Apart from limping round the kitchen, that's been me more or less for the past few days - sitting and waiting to get better.

I know that there's nothing I can do if I want to get fit enough to even think about a marathon, but I am getting ready. I am prepared to postpone my marathon if I have to. A weekend in Barcelona is not a hardship and everything happens for a reason. I'm also ready to lower my goals and go back to just focussing on getting round in one piece, if I'm lucky enough to run at all. In a way, it's easier because I have no choice - I can't run.  It's pretty clear that anything more than a hobble makes it worse, I am not being a wimp and to run would be plain stupid.

The post mortem is postponed til I can talk to the physio, but of course I am trying to understand why this happened. Of all the bits of me I worried about, I've never even had a twinge in my calf. I'd been listening to my body after @nuuutymel and @santababy reminded me that it's not just about Garmins and numbers, so I was paying attention and not working against myself.  I stretch religiously and do calf raises regularly and work on core strength most days. I even 'rest'.  And to think I worried about my toenails falling off!

Did I push too hard too soon? I had just done a slow 14 miles the day before, but I added a few hills, and there was a headwind and mud - was it too much? I'd done 13.5m the week before and had gone slowly so surely that was within the rules and I felt fine when I finished. Did I over do it? Did I do too many long runs on the trot? Is it because I couldn't slow down enough? Am I just unlucky or weak or stupid or just not up to running a marathon? Was I too confident or arrogant? Is it the revenge of the mouse! I'll have to wait and see.

I can feel already the doubt setting in and the negativity and that's a bigger risk than the injury itself. I know from my Twitter chums that coping with injury is hard and can be immensely testing and frustrating. If I can be a fraction as dignified and patient as @DunsRunner I'll get through it. If I can have the courage and honesty of @Rhinomittens I can cope with what might lie ahead. Already I've been getting lots of tweety help and support to get me through. Massive thank yous to @RunningJoelnJax,  @Canteenrun, @MsClareSmith @Pyllon and @DiminutiveRunr for advice, sympathy and cheering me on.  Thanks guys, I just hope I never ever have to return the favour!

I know it will be okay. I have seen many tweeps who have gone through injury and out the other side victorious. I know this too will pass and I will be fine. This is not serious in any meaningful sense of the word. BUT.......

So dear reader, we await the next chapter. Is this the end of my dream of running my first marathon in 2012 or just a hiccup along the way?  I don't know yet ("wipes a tear from the keyboard and smiles bravely through the tears").  Whatever happens I will achieve something in 2012, I just need to wait a little while to work out what I'm aiming at and when.

In the meantime, I am blessed with the company of great friends and family and festive cheer.  Fliss and Terry last night.  Sue and Ed today and the family arrive en masse to see us and Mum tomorrow. On the downside, I have put on a few pounds and developed a serious Stramash habit. Oh well, at least I still win at Uno!

This is the last blog of 2011. Thank you to everyone who's commented, encouraged, advised, commiserated, amused and just been you! I really appreciate every tweet and comment.

Wherever you are, whatever you're up to, may you stay fit and healthy and happy and loved.

Have a great New Year when it comes!

Take care

Suex

Of Mice and Mums - a week in Marigolds

I think I might well give up trying to plan anything.  I had this week all sorted out, a week off work to help Mum settle in after her stay in hospital, get us all ready for Christmas and enjoy a run or two. A whole week. You'd think that would do it wouldn't you? Well, it didn't quite work out like that. Yes, expect the unexpected number 3 million two hundred and fifty thousand and one.

As I type this blog, I hope the worst is over and things are back on track for Christmas - but my fingers are still crossed! My once soft hands are calloused and dried out by days of washing and scrubbing.  I am whacked, but every bit of this house has been scrubbed within an inch of its life.

It all started with the pre Christmas urge some of us have to tidy up (i.e. blitz) the house. Christmas is such an evocative time, and each one brings back the ghosts of Christmas past. The ghost of 'let's stock up the fridge in case it snows'; the ghost of 'who forgot to set the oven timer'.  And the ghost that sets you on your knees with everything from the kitchen cupboards on the floor and a j cloth in your hand tidying up for Santa. Yes, my Mum told me that story. I think it's linked to the winter solstice and some cleansing ritual or another.

Anyway, I donned the Marigolds, filled the bucket and started off and the first little treat happened. When I emptied out the porridge and pasta cupboard I found ....  mouse poo. Yuk! Not much, and most of the food is in plastic containers, they'd only got at Ali's (unopened) rice crackers and a low fat 'health' bar (the latter probably for bedding!). But even one turd is enough.  My first reaction was to have a little chat with the two fur beings that are allegedly cats. How can you have two cats and a mouse move in? Age is no excuse I told them as they lay on their cushions staring at the fire. I was pointedly ignored, they reckon their hunting days are over and I guess they are well over retirement age, even in these hard pressed days.

So out goes every bit of food that a mouse might possibly even have looked at, in came the mouse traps and on went the boiling water and the marigolds. Luckily it was a very limited mouse visitation. I like mice and we live near lots of fields.  I can't blame them for wanting to keep warm and get a nibble or two.  I just don't want them nibbling our food!

Once the kitchen has been cleaned to within an inch of its life, I begin to relax.  It's beginning to feel like Christmas and I start to clean the rest of the house, planning my nice long run. My legs have got really twitchy, but I just couldn't run until I got everything cleaned up. Housework is quite good cross training and great upper body work - isn't it??

Next thing, Mum gets out of hospital, so time to get her ready for Christmas. I pick her up, stock her fridge up and get her settled in. All is looking good and back on track, I begin to eye up my running shoes and think about a route.  I bring Mum round for a cuppa and a bit of company - a rare treat for us both. She's happily watching Catherine Cookson when she gets a sore tummy. The wee scone is safely back in the Edington whilst they get her better.

Yesterday morning dawned overcast but I headed off to get a run in before visiting time. I really do have to run when I can and I made the most of it and had a good long one - 14 miles, my longest run yet.  The sun came out as I ran towards Tantallon Castle and on to the beach. I only need a tempo and a short run this week to keep on top of things. That feels manageable.

I think we're more or less shopped out now, just pressies to wrap, family to gather and the big day to prepare for.

I hope that wherever you are and whatever you have planned, all goes well for you and your loved ones.  If you get a run, savour it and treasure it, as the saying goes, you never know the moment.

Take care

Suex

Taking it easy: slowing down to speed up

I am one of these people who charges about like the proverbial blue ar**ed fly. I do everything far too fast, including running.  I run as fast as I can for as long as I can, or until I can't run any more.   I just don't do slow, and I don't do easy, so a slow easy run wasn't top of my training priorities. That's got to change and last week was part of that lesson. I have to learn to take it easy if I'm going to do this marathon.

My first easy run was on a cold morning, when I decided to slip in an extra run to see how my body coped with 3 runs close together. I went at my jog pace, put on some easy listening and set off. It felt good to be out with no pressure and no hassle, just to enjoy the run. My main focus was to make sure I didn't injure myself or scupper my evening run. It worked.  I had a lovely relaxed run and was up and running that evening, legs fresh and springy.

I forgot about easy runs after that as I focussed on the core long, tempo and sprint/hilly ones. Once again, I was dashing about, making the most of time and training hard. But last Saturday I set off on a long slow run as part of my marathon training. Except, I did it again; I got the pace wrong, I was still too fast.

But the penny had begun to drop. As all the guides say, a marathon is just a really long run, so whatever speed you go, you have to run for 26.2 miles. A slow easy run means your body works within its comfort zone in terms of speed, so you only push on one element - distance.  Now when one reaches the middle years, wear and tear is an issue, so a slow easy is gentle on the limbs, gentle on the joints, gentle on the body and gentle on the mind.  A welcome relief in the frenzied push towards getting that marathon done and everything else.

I have found it really hard to switch off the speed bit of running, partly because it's just my way and I have got into a pace rut. But going fast is also about vanity and ego. In the gym, on the road, on the beach, I hate the thought that people see me running slowly and think I'm not very good. I am aware of every car driver, walker; dog and gym rat and I know that they are all, every one of them, judging my speed - and finding me lacking. I am embarrassed to run slowly.

Egotistical and narcissistic I know. But if I'm going to run a marathon, I have to get over this and run longer, farther and slower and not care what other folk think.  They are, of course, not in the least bit interested, and are not going to be there when I pass the finishing line and complete my first marathon.

I've had to give myself yet another talking to and change how I think.  I have put on a hew head, probably like actors do. In my head I am a serious runner, doing serious training that is essential to me achieving my goal - my marathon. This is my race, my training, my body and mind. I have to get through 26.2 miles more or less alone. It doesn't matter a jot what others think - except of course Ali, my family and friends and they all think I'm bonkers anyway!

So far so good, but I only managed a very small slow run at the gym this week.  No long run this week due to work and social pre Christmas madness (and a slight surfeit of red wine).

This week's stats - are a bit rubbish as a result.  Only 17.5 miles; 4 runs - one intervals, 2 tempos and 1 mini slow.  However, my 9 mile beach run was 4 miles into a strong headwind on soft sand, so I'm not too fussed.  That beach is very very useful when it's icy!

Here's the view today from the beach, one final hill at the end and then back for soup! What a beautiful day to run!

With the holidays coming up, Mum coming out of hospital and Christmas to prepare for, can I up my mileage to 30 miles and get my long run over 15 miles by the New Year??? Watch this space!

Whatever you're up to, I hope you're having a good week and all is well with your world.

Take care

Sue

Preparing to Succeed: Week 3: Speed Freak

Week 3 done and I've had a big learning point and a shock revelation. This week has been about speed; I am a speed freak.

First the learning point: you run better times if you keep a consistent pace. You wouldn't think that was critical, but the stats show it. I always, but always, start quick and end slow (and knackered!). I have negative splits, they need attention. 

I tried running more slowly and I was amazed. I felt much better and I could run longer. At the end of my long run, I felt I could do another mile or so, usually I just collapse at the front door. What a revelation! I still am running too fast, I need to run slower and longer, but I can see where it fits in my preparation. 

Now for the shock bit. This has made me think about pacing, what 'steady' and 'tempo' mean for me. Then I twigged (or twug??) - I have to nail my colours to the mast and set a target finish time. I now have to admit to myself and you that I want to do more than just finish. There, I said it!  Of course I want to finish, that's the point and no mean achievement. But I have to commit to a time. It's scary. I need to be brave and bold.

I'm afraid I'm going to be a bit coy now and not reveal the magic number; partly because I haven't decided, but if I'm honest, because I don't want to fail.  But if I don't set myself a challenging target, how do I know what I can truly achieve? I have to go for it. 

Not trying hard enough is a pretty good strategy. If you do well, you're a star; if you fail, well you didn't really give it your best.  But I could not hold my head up in front of my twitter chums if I didn't give this run my best shot. Look at the athletes I follow on Twitter and you'll see how shameful it would be not to try as hard as I can. 

So, dear reader, I am going to set myself a goal, one that I might well fail to make.  A goal that will stretch me in training and preparation and on the day. I have to do this or I will have failed at the first hurdle.  But I hope you don't mind if I keep it to myself. It feels a bit too brave to tell you what I aspire to. You'll just have to trust me, at least for now.....

Here's the stats for this week:

• Monday tempo 3.1miles. 29.56mins
• Tuesday - 45 mins of spin
• Wednesday - Hill running and sprint finish 2.92 miles 30 mins
• Thursday - Treadmill steady 10k plus sprint finish 6.2 miles, 58.00 mns
• Saturday - long steady 13.2 miles; 2hr 14 mins 58 secs.
• Sunday - active rest 8.5 mile walk

So, 25.4 miles run, 4.2 hours running, about the same as the week before but with a spin class and active rest day. Feeling good. 

With Christmas coming and Mum (I hope) coming out of hospital soon, my goal next week is to run as much as I can. My main run next week needs to be a very long and slow run, to see just how far can I go - I'm quite excited about it!

Thank you to everyone who's sent me comments, advice and support, I really appreciate it - thank you!

Take care

Sue

Preparing to succeed week 2: Running Roots

Second pre training prep week and it's been a very useful week for learning new things and remembering what matters most, what underpins everything and what I already know:  I run because I love it and that is the most powerful training aid anyone can have. #that is all!

Started off in techie mode. Monday I was up with the lark and very aware that there are people with colds everywhere, spreading the germs.  This reminds me I need to boost my immune system and stock up on remedies. I started an echinacea burst, stuffed the first defence in my bag and checked cold remedy supplies. I need to beef up my cold avoidance strategy. This coincided with some useful advice from @XFmGirl on garlic and ginger - definitely my kind of cold remedy.

This week's running - Monday a tempo run - according to the running gurus, the most important thing in marathon prep next to the long endurance run.  This will increase the ability of my muscles to process lactic acid, increase my running efficiency and my aerobic capacity.  I like that!  Thanks to my garmin I know that I ran at around 80% of my capacity which is about right. But a problem. As I hit the shower I got that horrid nippy feeling - chafing alert in the sports bra region, a new and totally unexpected experience. Body glide and a new sports bra (different model) go onto the shopping list.

Tuesday was supposed to be a speedy 5k, but ended up a not very fast 5K, my legs were sore after Monday. No Garmin, so I don't know how hard I worked, but by 11 am, I could barely walk. I was sooo stiff despite some quality stretching and a bit of yoga. It was a real novelty, it's been ages since I was stiff after running and in totally new places. What has been going on? I was pleased in a weird sort of way, it helps me remember I've worked hard.

Wednesday morning,  I'm still stiff, so I do an easy run to try and loosen up. Despite the macho air in the gym, I go very slowly, listening to my body, carefully monitoring aches and pains, ready to stop if anything seems a bit iffy. I'm not sure why, but I hurt the same amount in the same places all through. It didn't feel like an injury, but boy did it slow me down. I do a slow 2.2 miles in 30 minutes and hobble off the machine for some more stretching and yoga.  A Pilates class at lunchtime really got the legs moving and got me on the road again, but Thursday and Friday were rest days so that my legs were as best they can be for an essential long weekend run.

Weather and having a nice time with Ali took precedence on Saturday so Sunday I was ready for my long endurance run.  And I couldn't have timed it better. I had a marvellous run, it reminded just what I love so much about running. I felt great and loved every minute (almost!). Set off into a howling westerly and as I ran, I knew, the wind is my friend. It gives me resistance to add to my endurance training. Looking at the Garmin, it was certainly boosting my workout rate! Plus it cooled me down, yes I am at an age where the cooling  breezes are often welcome.

What a wonderful run. Slow, I walked a bit. I managed a nut bar as fuel. I realised that you cannot run to Willie Nelson but the Vatersay Boys and George Michael can give a real boost.  I revelled in East Lothian, surely the most beautiful county in Scotland? I am forbidden by my Yorkshire upbringing from making grander claims, but my heart swelled. And that is what running is all about for me.

So here's this week's weekly stats:

• Monday - tempo run. 6.4 miles on 60 mins. 520 calls. 9.22 mm
• Tuesday - 3.1 miles in 30 mins. 250 calls 9.40 mm
• Wednesday - easy recovery run. 2.2 miles, 30 mins. 108 calories 13.38mph
• Sunday - endurance (with resistance!) 13.5 miles; 2.14 mins; 760 calls 9.14mph

Total miles - 25.2 (16.40). Total mins - 254 (155).  Total xtrain 0 (30). Total cals - 1,638 (?)

I've been slower this week, but longer. That might reflect treadmill running; I might just be slower in the mornings (now that would make sense!). Is it a women's thing? Who knows!

So this week has brought some useful reminders about two predictable unpredictables - chafing and colds. Plus a lesson that my legs do in fact have limits, and that they can only do so much. If I over do one run it has knock on effects and I need to make sure I am up to doing my core runs Thank goodness for the easy run, it is such a useful tool in the runners toolkit in so many ways. It is going to be a good friend over the coming months.

I also had some very useful advice from @crammy76 and @juliesmith08 about the merits of integrating club running into my training. I can see the benefits and I am drawn to it, but I'm not that organised (and it has been said that I am not 'clubbable'). It has however reminded me that I need to book a few races into my training schedule and get along to jogscotland one Thursday if I can. But my heart is with @rowenanews, I have the best running club in the world - Twitter and the Tweeps!

The best bit about this week is the most important lesson of all. You need to love your running. I got a mile high run today that will keep me going through the cold dark mornings and the treadmills and the late night runs. Bliss! I've had a good week, aided and abetted by knowing that Mum is recovering happily and safely in hospital and I had a modicum of control over my time.

Next week the training schedule proper kicks in and I start stage 1. I'm starting early because - well why not! I may need a week or two in my back pocket over the coming months. Golden rule 1 - run when you can!

Three months, twenty days, 15 hours and 52 minutes to go until the big day. I'll be there.

Hasta la Vista babies!

Have a great week everyone!

Take care

Sue

Preparing to succeed: week 1 - expect the unexpected!

Well, marathon pre - training week one draws to a close.  It hasn't gone quite to plan I have to say, but that's the point of the trial run (excuse the pun) -  to set out the plan against the reality.  And I've certainly done that! So time for  quick stock take ready for this week's cunning, super-duper improved plan.

How did I do? The core runs went into the diary - tick. I was flexible and ran when I could - tick.  But.....I've only managed 2 runs and one cross training session all week.  This in no way reflects my planning, commitment or opportunism (of course). But it does reflect the way my life tends to go!  The maxim 'expect the unexpected' certainly held true and it brings home to me that this really is about 3 lives and may well need to be extended to the two furry fiends that allow us to share their space.

To cut a long story short, I've been in serious carer mode this week. We're all in one piece and very grateful to the wonderful staff of the NHS and our local vet Frances for that. This is what matters more than anything else, my challenge is to see if I can do a marathon as well.

From a running point of view, it's not been great. Not just because there were more pressing things to do than run, it's also because it's very unhealthy being in hospital - sitting or standing for ages; healthy food and drink options hard to find.

I was so glad I had my plan B. The 'be positive and flexible' rule came into play this week, and this of course is just what it's there for. It meant I managed 3 runs (7m and 10 & 5K) and a good cross train. I just ran when I could and made the running count. I also realised I had a very important secret weapon - Ali was excellent at encouraging me to get out and run and that made a big difference.

The cross training session was in fact a failed run, I took a totally dead sports bra with me to the gym so had to make do with those funny machines. The upside; I did some good quality exercise and I was able to do the equivalent of running backwards which I find really therapeutic and gets my gluteus going. I suppose it makes a change from running in circles..... The downside - I was irritated, my lack of preparation and attention to detail (!) meant I missed a hill or speed workout I really needed this week. Grrr.

On the food front, I am very pleased that I didn't lapse into comfort food mode, well maybe I did a little bit! I got M&S healthy options from the train station and carried apples everywhere. I only ate 1 kitkat (that was definitely comforting).  I walked quite a bit trying to find which ward Mum was in, and I even thought about running to the infirmary and back (I didn't but I might, it's another option).

So, what lessons and tweaks to the plan?

I ran through a crisis. My rules helped me keep positive and run. I did not give in.  I could have run more. I could have got up early and run before work, and its good to know I have that to draw on later when I need to up the ante a lot.  I undermined myself, I could have been better prepared and had the equipment I needed with me.  I missed my Twitter friends and the encouragement and inspiration I get from them too, but they were there when I finally resurfaced - thank you guys!

Next week? A long run is a must. I want to get to grips with the garmin heart monitor, I've never used one before. I need a hill session and I could do with a spin class. My hamstring is niggling (I suspect from sitting down so much) so I want to make sure I get some yoga or pilates in.

Stats for this week:

• Sunday road run - 6.3m. 56.04min
• Monday beach run - 7m. 1:12:18 min
• Friday treadmill - 3.1m. 26.54mins
• Thursday cross train - 30mins. 402 cals.

Overall assessment? 7/10, a good start but....

I suppose me, Ali and Mum have done a marathon of sorts this week - though not a running one!  And what really matters is that we're all in one piece, one week nearer my marathon and a few steps on in my training plan. Onwards and upwards as they say!

Take care

Sue

The Road to Barcelona: It's so much more than 26.2 miles....

Well, the time has finally arrived, I have formally started my marathon prep. As I wrote this weeks blog, I realised, the next stage of the journey is underway. What I do now determines whether I make it to the finishing line.

It's not that I sat down and said to myself, right let's go. It's not that I've started on my shiny new training plan or finally got round to trying a gel. Nope, I sat down to fill in my diary and realised what a challenge it's going to be to fit a marathon into my life for the next four months without everything falling apart. This is the most important bit of preparation I do - I need to make a marathon shaped and sized space in my life.

Imagine the scene.  I sat down with 10 training plans, a head full of stuff and my diary.  I was feeling smug, I'm a couple of weeks ahead of schedule. Then I started to put dates in my diary.  They didn't fit. This marathon is competing for precious space in a busy life.  No, 3 lives -  me, Ali and Mum.

I slept on it that night, had a good run the next day and things got a bit clearer. I don't just want to run 26.2 miles, I also want to stay married, look after Mum and do a good job of work. I'm juggling like crazy as it is, so what gives?   I need to make more time for running. But time is probably the one thing I have least of and have least control of.

Well, there's one practical and obvious thing to do - put the minimum 3 core runs into my diary now and work round them. These runs will get me to the finish, they are essential.

Next, I have to look for opportunities to kill lots of birds with as few stones as possible.  Ali and I love walking and cycling, timetabling this in is good for us and helps my training.

To succeed, I have to think positively. I worry about not spending enough time with Mum. I went round at the end of my run the other night and she was tickled pink by the running gear and we had a very lively discussion about training. Mum spoke about how proud Dad would be and how proud she was too. I was touched and humbled. Mum might not be able to come running with me, but she can help my motivation and I need as much of that as I can get.

I also have to be opportunistic and flexible and make every second count. Even if I only have 20 minutes between meetings or before work, I can still sprint or do a hill. I need too use the information I'm collecting on my Garmin to push myself and focus on the hard bits. I get a lot of food for thought from my Twitter friends and they have a wealth of advice and wisdom to draw on. I am not alone.

When I started writing this blog, I was thinking about problems. Now, after a spot of running, rumination and (w)riting, I've got a couple of things sorted.  I'm clear on what I'm trying to do, I've removed some energy sapping dead ends and I've created a bit of physical and mental space. My challenge isn't just to run 26.2 miles, it's to integrate a successful training programme into a busy life and into the lives of those closest to me. This marathon isn't just about me. That's really important for me to know.

I think it was in @nuuutymel's ryding to health that I first heard the phrase 'failing to prepare is preparing to fail'. I remember nodding sagely and thinking what a wise statement it is.  But to succeed, you have to be clear about what you are trying to achieve. My personal best for Barcelona isn't a set time or pace; it's more than that, and I need to prepare accordingly.

Whatever your goals are, whatever you want to achieve, may your preparations go well.

Take care

Sue

PS If you're doing your first marathon in 2012, get in touch! Tell me about your marathon and your preparation. Send your blog and we can all read it. Or Tweet me and join my first time marathoners list on Twitter (@NBSue).

pps. I haven't forgotten my toenails. I am hoping to keep them on!

Running with the larks: Dark Running Part 2

Running: The act of a person, animal, or thing that runs...

Well that's what the dictionary says. In real life, running is  a little bit more complicated than that. As I get serious about running my first marathon next March, I'm entering the next stage of my journey as a runner. A big step for this member of womankind!

What started me off were comments on the blog I did last week on night running (well evening running to be precise). I really enjoy running the streets in winter as people have their dinner and watch tv, and I am not alone! Quite a few folk are also out at dark o'clock, some are out well past my bedtime.

Lena (@paintedrunner) left me a comment about her love of running in the dark, but in the morning, with the rising sun. Dark running in the morning is not hard to do at this time of year, in fact you could get quite a lie in, especially in Scotland. It's the sunrise that can be the problem! a) there isn't any, b) it can be quite late - the sun was due to rise here at 7.42 this morning. (It didn't, I think it's having a lie in or maybe even hibernated!)

Anyway, I digress. Lena's comment struck a chord. As I sat on the train to work looking at the brilliant red sunrise over North Berwick Law, I got what she meant and decided to give it a go. I wanted to run into that sunrise too!

The next day I was up early, into the leggings and off to hit the streets. It was weird. It was just as dark as running at night (of course) but it felt totally different. People were mainly in bed, but there were a few brightened windows to lighten the gloom. One or two houses were lit up like Christmas trees, but I saw very few people even there.

As I ran, houses and streets gradually came to life and I realised that the sky wasn't black any more it was getting grey, and cloudy. Very cloudy. The new day was starting and I was running to greet it.

When I hit the top car park, I could see the Forth and the islands. No sunrise for me today, but somehow that didn't matter. That treat will come. I get why Lena loves to run at this time of day in the winter.

I got back home in good time for breakfast, and boy was I ready for it (I have to run for well over an hour to stem hunger pangs!). Shower and off to work, just like everyone else.

I loved my morning run, it was a totally different experience to running in the evening darkness. Who'd have thought it. I know every run is different, but this is almost like a different sport - just the legs move the same way! I got another new idea from @BecsF1 and @LongJogRoz who've been running in the moonlight and from @ScotLassRuns trail running at night. Am I brave enough! Well I've bought a hat with a light on it so I have to at least try don't I.....

There was a downside. After my run I got really stiff and was quite sore for a day or two.  I suspect that running early doors in the winter, I need to do more to warm up and I definitely need to stretch more. I am a warm weather runner, I need to take care in the cold. And I did rush my stretches a bit and I'm paying for it. But hey, every niggle is a lesson to learn isn't it!

My running journey never ceases to amaze me. Running was at first just about one foot in front of the other. Then when I started training for a half, I realised it's also about your head and I focussed on my motivation and discipline (that's still a challenge!).  Doing a couple of races taught me that I am more competitive than I like to let on. Now that my first marathon has become a reality, I'm having to think practically, in particular about how to fit in the runs, how to train in the time available.  Early morning runs in winter are a very useful addition to my repertoire.

Once again,  the support, advice and encouragement from myTwitter pals is taking me faster and further on my trail.  Thanks to Lena, I've not just got even more flexibility into my marathon training which will help me manage my time better, I've got a new way to run and to enjoy running. Thank you Lena! 

Barcelona, here I come!

Have a good week, enjoy your running or whatever thing you do that is taking you on life's journey!

Take care

Sue

Night Moves; Running by lamplight

What a week! It's been non stop. I finally managed to get out for a reasonable length run. It was in the evening, after dark. Yes, it's autumn in Scotland!

Lots of folk love the autumn, the cooler days, the fresher air, the colours (I like the colours bit!).  Whilst many runners positively welcome the drizzle, I like sunshine and warmth, but there's something that I really like about autumn and winter - running in the dark. I love night running, it's like having an invisibility cloak and it appeals to my inner lone wolf, the bit of me that runs alone.

It's usually when Ali's out that I get an evening run this time of year. I get in from work, sort Mum out, then nip home and get the insulated leggings, ear warmers, thick socks and layer up. I find all the reflective bits and pieces I have and head out onto the darkened streets. Okay, so I'm not invisible, that would be a bit risky, but I am anonymous, or so I like to think! In the dark I can just focus on running.

I've got a route that works any time of the day or night with a few extra loops if I want to extend it. North Berwick has plenty of hills and lots of quiet streets. I trot past the lighted windows, up the hill to the top car park and gaze down on the twinkling lights of my home town below. What goes on behind those rosy windows and closed doors? What sort of people live there? What's happening in their lives, what joys, what sorrows?  I wonder as I look forward to the welcoming light and warmth of home (and some dinner). It's very different to what I think about when I run in daylight.

I'm not very brave, I don't go off the well lit streets. But running in circles and loops in the dark somehow distorts my sense of time. There are downsides of course - people smoking outside of pubs can make the High Street a bit of a no go area. Drunk golfers politely trying to move out of my way can slow me down.

Arriving home is even nicer after a night run. It's usually too late to eat much, especially if I want to get a good sleep, but I'm not that hungry anyway. What matters is I've been out, in the dark, after work, when most people are sitting in front of the tv and I've run. I get a snack, make a cuppa and watch tv til Ali gets home.

Running in the dark has a pace and space that I really like. At night there's something exciting about being outside after dark.  I'm not often out after teatime these days. When I was younger I'd be out dark o'clock on a regular basis - not now!

I'm sure it's different to running very early in the morning (well anytime before about 9 am in the winter here!).  I don't think that's my cup of tea. Yes it's dark and even more deserted, but folk are in bed asleep and I like it that in the evening there are still people about, up and doing things. I've also not tried running in the dark with a head torch. I sort of like the sound of that, but I'm not sure. There's nothing invisible and low key about a headlamp on your head and do I really want to nrun off the beaten track in the dark? Not really.

So, as we head towards the shortest day and the long dark days of winter beckon, I shall cherish my night time winter runs and get some good training in, ready for next year's marathon. I've my next night time run planned....

Whether you're out and about by moonlight, street light, day light or torchlight have a good one!

 Take care

Sue

Walk Don't Run! On Holiday in the Lake District.

Well, that's us back from a totally wonderful week in the Lake District. Blessed by warm and dry weather, we had a fantastic, relaxing and healthy time in one of the most beautiful and friendly parts of the UK.  I've done the blog to share with you some of the many delights and treasures we found there. So put your feet up and come to the Lake District!

Because of Mum's care arrangements, we weren't sure we'd get away until the last moment. A massive 'thank you' to Community Care at East Lothian Council for making sure Mum was safe so we could get a break and to my sister for coming down so we could get everything ready to go.

I was so excited about the trip. My twitter friend @runninglady2 is a fan of the Lakes and introduced me to Chris @NTGrasmereinfo so the week before they really helped build up the excitement and anticipation of the week to come. 

We rented a cottage from Lake Lovers and what a cracker it was. Cosy, clean, quiet, well equipped, a real home from home. I sent Chris and Denise a tweet to say we'd arrived and then promptly lost reception!  One more tweet might have saved us from the one let down of the week - dinner at The Lamb Inn at the Red Lion, Grasmere. A sticky table and  a very dry and disappointing cumberland sausage.  A shame as the pub was cosy and the staff really friendly, but it was the only duff meal we had.

The next morning we awoke refreshed - worry-free sleep is a luxury I will never take for granted.  After porridge we set off.  A beautiful, sunny and warm morning. Our first walk was a circuit round Elterwater to break in my walking legs. It's been quite a while since I went walking like this and it was very strange to walk and not run. 

Since I've started running, my walking pace has speeded up. My legs are impatient and it takes me a while to get used to the slower pace. But it's also mental. I realised that now I think about speed and distance diferently.  My head cannot understand why a 6 mile walk takes hours! Running is so efficient, you can get from A to B so much quicker and still see everything you need to see. What is the point of walking, it's sooo s-l-o-w.....

It was very lovely walk, despite my inner walker and my inner runner having a bit of a punch up! They were however reconciled at the Eltmere Inn where we and other walkers, cyclists and assorted dogs enjoyed the fruit scones of our labours. A quick pint at the delightful Badger Bar at Rydal on the way back completed a good first day.

Sunday was misty and damp, but the clouds were due to lift later, so we stocked up on the papers before heading off for brunch at Greens in Grasmere (no website but see them on tripadvisor). A real treat there - a  very yummy and very large bowl of homemade veg soup with homemade bread - a great start for a walk up to Easedale Tarn.

As we climbed the slopes, my walking legs began to switch on, and as my quads began to work, my mental turmoil eased.  It's not that I don't like walking, it's just that I really love to work those quads, and going up hill was doing that.  I stopped thinking about running and walking and just enjoyed the feel of my legs working. A lovely walk back down through woodland, accompanied by the adorable Herdswick sheep and off for a swim at the Wordsworth Hotel before tea.

Monday was a gorgeous day, clear, bright, warm. We did a great walk from our cottage in Grasmere to Ambleside via Loughrigg Fell and back via Rydal along the magical 'coffin road'; and through Rydal Hall with its gorgeous gardens and waterfall and past Rydal Cave an old quarry working. The usual quad stretching scramble up and the knee jerking descent, but some fantastic views and we stopped for lunch at Dodds in Ambleside for fabulous home made bacon and lentil soup and fresh ciabatta. (The food and service were so good we went back for dinner the next night. The pizza did not disappoint.)

Pudding was an ice cream from Joseph's ice cream van near the WhiteMoss car park which fuelled us up the hill and back into Grasmere via Dove Cottage. Today's post walk swim reduced to a dook in the jacuzzi due to the large number of small and noisy people in the pool.


Tuesday was an early rise to make the most of the good weather and we had a long steep climb up to Alcock Tarn that towered over our cottage with fanstastic views across the lakes. We couldn't resist shopping for new walking and running gear - an ideal fill in until we went to see the Ambleside Players perform 'The Weekend' by Michael Palin. There's nothing quite like amateur productions is there.

Wednesday was the well known and much loved Catbells at Keswick. We started in rain and wind and it was very busy with some slippy bits, but it was beautiful and well worth the crowds for the fanstastic views. By the time we hit Keswick, we were cold, but we were soon warmed up  by cumberland sausage sarnies and tea at the very fine Wild Strawberry Cafe Main Street Keswick.

Thursday was a damp day, but it is after all only water, so we headed off to Troutbeck via Wansfell through the mist.  At the top I had a flashback to a walk I did there in the 1970s as a teenager, when I went up to my knees in bog. Funny what you remember! We bought cups of tea at Troutbeck Post Office and sat on the bench outside in the drizzly mist eating our lunch, bliss. Sarnies ouside always taste better.

On our last night there, we ate out at Potted Out in Grasmere. We ate hummus made in heaven and yummy pizza and chips, oh and drank wine. I helped Ali eat his creme brulee. Okay, so we indulged, but the food was great and I think we'd earnt it.

Too soon it was our last day. We packed, tidied the cottage and headed off. We popped in for a final batch of Grasmere gingerbread. It is unbelievably delicious, even to me who considers gingernuts as unfit for human consumption. And then to meet the lovely Chris at the Grasmere NT Office across the road.  We got even more ideas of things to do in and around Grasmere next time we're down. Maybe even to do the Grasmere Gallop next June.

One final walk on our way home - Kings How near Keswick. Another panting scramble up rocky paths, a traipse across a bog and a swift ascent to a panoramic 'top of the world' view. Brilliant sunshine, shirt sleeves, bliss.

Down for lunch, a final visit to Booths to stock up on their amazing range of quality local food and drink and then back north.

It was a truly wonderful holiday, and we made every moment count. The weather was great, and we spent a lot of time walking in shirt sleeves in late October (spot the Scots! Most walkers were a bit more clad than us!).  It was very different to walking in Scotland - not just the weather, the walks were much shorter so we had time to potter about so days felt long and luxurious.  Even though it can be busy, we found many places and times when we were totally alone, it was like we had the walk to ourselves. So many great walks and magical places, and even more to look forward to next time.

I hope you feel you've had a bit of a holiday reading it. Once I got used to walking again, I really enjoyed it. It is good to have time to look around and there's no way I could have run up those hills anyway. I'll leave that to @pyllon; @runner786 and @dingdongrun!

Back to work tomorrow, the holiday is nearly over. Looking forward to my next trip to the Lakes already and really wondering if I've forgotten how to run.....

 Take care

Sue

Little things mean a lot: Keeping hold of my toenails

This week my Twitter friends have been making me think about decisions, in particular how we balance all the things we want to do in lif. We can't do it all, and that's probably just as well, and I realised I had a choice to make.

The other day, Rhona, decided to postpone her ultra marathon until next year, a difficult choice. Rhona is a very committed runner and the person that told me a fact that changed my running life. Lots of running means losing your toenails.  I was horrified when I read that.

I know it sounds vain and superficial, but I am very fond of my toenails. One of my favourtite things about summer is wearing sandals and letting my tootsies enjoy the fresh air and a paddle. And the icing on the tootsie cake?  Painted toenails.  Pretty painted toenails make me smile and make me feel good. I do not want to lose my toenails, not even for running.

Does this make me vain? Superficial? Or worse - does this mean that I am not a real runner? Well for some folk it might well do. Losing your toenails is a bit of a badge of honour and I am at risk of being seen as a flighty sort of thing. Well maybe I am. Painted toe nails are at the frivolous end of the spectrum, but does that mean I shouldn't want to keep them?

I also had a very interesting Twitter conversation about marathons and how some people assume that if you're a runner, you'll run marathons and there's something odd if you don't.   All this made me think again about why I was embarking on my marathon. It's no small commitment and does take over your life, so why amd I doing it?

There can be a presumption in running, that the only way is up. It's partly because we like to enourage each other to stretch ourselves, to get better, faster, further, higher. Now I know I am very susceptible to group encouragement and get swept along by enthusiasm. And there's no doubt that my sights and goals have been lifted by the twitterati. I have pushed myself further than I would have ever thought possible because of supportive tweets and tweeps. That has been amazing and I am very grateful to my twitter friends for that.

Stephen sent us a link to his blog on why he's a runner who doesn't run marathon events. A blog he wrote because people kept asking him to run this and that marathon. It's an interesting read - Stephen runs how own race in his own way. I think he makes an excellent case for not doing marathons!

It made me think again about my motivation.  There is a fine line between pushing ourselves to be the best we can be, to realise our own inner goals, and pushing ourselves to keep up or to conform to what others think we should do. Maybe because we want to belong, maybe because we really like and admire them and want to be like them.
So, why do I want to run a marathon? Am I going to run a marathon just because other people think that's what runners do and I want to be a proper runner?  Am I prepared to put running first? Hmmm.

Well I know well where the impulse comes from. It comes from watching the London Marathon in the 1980s, where I was overcome with admiration and awe.  Lots of people run marathons now, but in those days it was only just becoming a mass participation thing and marathon runners were quite rare and exotic creatures.

I wanted to be one of them, and I still do. I want to say when I shuffle off this mortal coil that I ran a marathon. Just one, with a medal  I will treasure. I don't want to be a marathon runner, I just want to run a marathon. I know it will be one of the biggest and proudest achievements of my life. I could just run 26.2 miles on my own, but I am going to do an event because I want the whole experience, despite all the rubbish bits.

At the moment, I realised that I can't put running first. I don't want to run loads of marathons. I don't want to run an ultra. I want to run one single marathon. But I will keep running, it 's part of who I am now.  I want to run and have a life - time with family and friends, work hard, read, cycle, do Zumba and I want to keep my toenails.  That's the balance I want and so I have to compromise. I can't have all that and run marathons. 

So I have decided, at least as things are now. One marathon next May. Toenail friendly training. Maybe I'll focus on running in places I want to visit or with tweeps I want to meet. My cousin Katie and I are hoping to do the Edinburgh Half Marathon next April. 

Maybe one day I will stop caring about my toenails, and happily run them off. Chances are that by then my life and priorities will be different. On the bright side If a 100 year old man can finish a marathon, I have years ahead of me to change my mind!

Take care

Sue

Ps I have started doing a two weekly mini blog for TescoDiets have a look if you're interested

On Boobs, Bras and Running

Boobs, breasts, bust, puppies...... The other day names we have for breasts was trending on Twitter. Even I was amazed and amused by the names we have for them. Most were fond and loving, not rude or crude. We love our boobs and quite right too!

As this month is breast cancer awareness month and because for one reason or another I've had boobs on my mind for the last week or so, I thought I'd do a blog about boobs, oh and a bit of running too.

The other week I had a small sebaceous cyst removed from under my bra strap.  It was very minor and nothing to worry about and only 2 stitches. 'Can I run?' I asked the (male) doctor as I went under the knife. 'Of course' he said as he snapped his rubber gloves. I looked away.  Afterwards, as I slid off the bed and tried to put my bra on, I remembered a fundamental fact of life. Men don't understand the psychology or physics of breasts in the way that women do. How could I possibly run with two stitches under the bra strap just at the place where there is probably maximum pull! Any woman would know that gravity and pressure made running like that a no no.

Now for me, any exercise without a bra is to be contemplated with some caution. Even spinning I need a bit of support; and yoga, well just think downward dog (thanks @longjogroz and @runner786 for that image!). I have a very serious and totally wonderful shock absorber bra that keeps me safe and sound and I wouldn't be without it. But it is very tight, especially in just that place where the stitches are.

A few days later after three spin classes, I'm really ready for a run.  After a bit of experimentation with all those hooks and things on my bra, I worked out a way of  getting an off the shoulder strap so I could run without too much movement. I decided to give it a go and headed off on a dusk run. Necessity truly is the mother of invention.

Well I had a lovely run, it was a beautiful evening and I worked out a route I can run any time of day to test out my speed and improvement ready for the Edinburgh Marathon next year. I put on my running music and hit the road. As always, as I ran, thoughts that had been blocked by shopping lists, work and by my, Mum's, Ali's 'to do' lists popped into my head like bubbles in fine champagne.

I thought about how lucky I am. What must it be like to have had a lumpectomy or more serious surgery. I remembered the stories I'd read about in Women's Running Magazine about women with breast cancer who found that running gave them strength and courage.   

I thought about how running and other exercise can help to fight breast cancer and other cancers too.  Nothing in life is guaranteed, but research shows that exercising after being diagnosed with breast cancer can reduce the risk of dying from the disease.  A 16 year follow-up of women with cancer, showed that women who exercised one to three hours each week lowered their risk of dying from breast cancer by one quarter and those who exercised between three and eight hours per week cut their risk in half.

I thought about how exercise can help reduce the risk of getting breast cancer in the first place.  Women who exercise for three or more hours each week can reduce their risk of breast cancer by twenty to forty percent. Forty per cent! If running cuts my risk be even a tiny percent, I'm all for it.

I thought about the race for lifers who cope with cancer, the gruelling treatment; the surgery, chemo, radiotherapy who walk and run. I thought about all the other women who walk, support, run and cheer for Race for Life. 
As I ran, I was glad to feel a tiny tug now and then that reminded me that I'm lucky to be running with boobs. That running might help me keep them. That being healthy and being lucky enough to choose to run are very very special and wonderful gifts to be treasured.

Of course men get breast cancer too, I hope running works for guys as well. Does anyone know?

Nothing is guaranteed in this life. Running doesn't stop you getting cancer, if only things were that easy. But running and other exercise might help reduce the risk. If there's the tiniest chance that exercise will keep me whole and healthy a bit longer, I'm all for it. And I'm very happy that it helps keep me slim, has brought me dear friends and is great fun too. A no brainer I'd say.

So, whether you run round the block or run Ultras; whether you're a treadmill trotter or a fell runner; a runner, walker, cyclist, swimmer; trapeze artist - whatever. Whether you're a boob carrier or a boob appreciator (or indeed both), be a gambler and  cut the odds, get off the couch, out that door and move.

Happy running and take care

Sue

Going Mental: The Great Edinburgh Run

Last Sunday a few thousand hardy (or maybe that should be masochistic) souls ran the Bupa Great Edinburgh Run.  It was a bit of a driech day. We drove over from North Berwick through lashing rain and low mist, full of porridge and prepared for the worst. Spirits were high. Yes there's nothing quite as heady as knowing you're bonkers and that you're about to spend an hour or so with thousands of other people who are just as bonkers as you are.

East Lothian sometimes feels timeless. Some days you just know that for thousands of years humans have stood and peered through the primeval soup that the air becomes, wondering if it's set in for the day.  The ancient eroded volcano tops disappearing into the murky skies kind of take me that way. Sunday was one of those days.

On the way in, fellow Tweep Don was posting horrendous photos from a grey and gloomy Edinburgh. That put paid to any forlorn hopes that it might be bright and sunny over there.  Ali dropped Carol and me off at VirginActive Omni. The staff wished us well on our run and we had some great running chat before heading off down to Holyrood Park.

I get sooo excited heading down to the gathering. I always have, whether it's a march or a demo or a concert. It's like there's a giant magnet pulling everyone in. As you get closer you have to go faster, you have to get there quick, it's happening, get there now! That lovely feeling that you're going to join your tribe, your ain folk.  That and the wonderful chattering noise reminds me of the way that thousands of geese flock round Aberlady. It can be dark o'clock, but at this time of year you can hear the geese flying over, heading to join their chums, chattering away.

We tweepies found each other and took photos and chatted til we headed off to warm up (great warm up, really uplifting) and then run. As we started, the rain stopped. It was a lovely route. Johnny flashed by me on the long incline heading out of the park. I was so pleased to see him running so smoothly given his hamstring but there was something about being passed by a clown with a gammy leg that made me pick up my pace a bit.

I kept a steady pace as we headed down the Pleasance and into the Cowgate. The Cowgate is another timeless primeval sort of space. Reminds me of Blackadder, it's the kind of place that Baldrick might have been reared.  It reminds you that there are tunnels and streets under Edinburgh, that there is a deep and hidden history here. It got a bit crowded at points, but I've learnt to run my race and not let others push me about, and that stood me in good stead. At 5' 2", attitude has to count!

Then into the Grassmarket where we got some waves and the smell of bacon rolls nearly, nearly got me. Next, two hills that I found a bit tiring even though North Berwick is much hillier, maybe because I was running quicker than usual. As we ran across the Meadows, we were really cheered by the folk on the Sick Kids bus. They were great, lively, smiling faces, waving us on - thank you Sick Kids! 

After we'd gone past the university I realised it was more or less downhill all the way home. I've learnt from reading other runners' blogs to go for it when running down hill, and I did. That and advice in Women's Running mag to try a longer stride got me down the Mound, and down the Canongate lickety spit. It was amazing pelting down that ancient street and past the Scottish Parliament. As I hit the final turn, I sprinted. I fired my arms amd fired my legs and I just blootered it. I felt amazing. You can see from the photo how much I went for that finishing line!

I crossed the line, at speed, at 55.32, 1.02 on the big clock. I felt good, if a bit out of breath!  So even though it wasn't a PB, (I did 52.something for the Race for Life 10k earlier this year) I was dead chuffed to be in under an hour. It made that first 10k feel like less of a fluke!

I picked up the goody bag, a pretty good one I must say, and the water and wandered off to find Carol and the tweeps.  Everyone got round in one piece and seemed happy with their runs. We chatted, and wondered how the other tweeps, including Rhona and Jo, were getting on at the Loch Ness Marathon. Hasd the rain stopped for them? Were they getting on okay? We'd find out later...

Eventually we began to get cold so hugs all round and then we headed off. Carol and I went back to VirginActive for a shower and a bit of R&R before meeting Ali for lunch. A very nice reward! 

A great day, and it was fab to meet up before and after with my tweepy chums. I can run alone and get the pre and post race banter, Bliss! Though I was sad I missed Karen and Grieg who were also running and also Colin who was right up there near the front. Next time maybe.

So, that's me done my second 10K and my fourth race.   I quite like 10ks, they're a reasonable run but you can also get a bit of speed in without totally knackering yourself.  I liked my half marathon too. But something shifted on that 10K.

It  was my first run since I signed up for the marathon. This 10k wasn't about just getting round, this was the beginning of a new phase. A new mindset, a new attitude. I am already taking a more scientific approach. I am going to have to get disciplined and serious. I am going to have to think about strategy and pacing, hydration and energy. I am going to use races and racing to improve my running, not just because it's a great day out. Of course me being me, these thoughts all came to me whilst I was running, but it was an important mental shift and I'd already changed.

Another step on my running journey. I am hungry to learn, as hungry as I was last Sunday for that finish line.  Grrrrr!

Take care

Sue

The Tweetiness of Long Distance Runners

Are you a lone wolf or do you like to run with the pack? Most of us are a bit of both, but I have to admit, I like to run alone. I like the freedom to run just how I want to run, how far, how fast. I like to just let my mind go where it needs to focus. Running is the ultimate 'me' time when I worry about no one else and am totally self centred. My mind and body are free.

But there's a lot to be said for running together. Running with other people can be amazing. The friendly chats on the run, getting to know people as you pound the streets. Pushing yourself to get over the line before that woman who's been in frint of you all the way,  sprinting to the finish as the crowds call your name out. There is definitely a remarkable power of running with other people. You can go faster and further than ever before - and you might get a jelly bean too!

I've done Race for Life many times and every time it is undescribably wonderful and moving to be running with thousands of women, taking on cancer, sharing each other's experiences. My first half marathon reduced me to tears and I can still hear the ghostly echo of those trainers slapping along Portobello Prom. I hope the guy with the sore hip made it, we ran together for a while til he had to stop. The North Berwick Law Run was an experience, the crowd as I ran to the finish was just amazing, all cheering, mind blowing. But too short a race to make friends and dodging teenage lads throwing themselves down the slope at great speed was a bit too much excitement for little old me. Plus it's a bit depressing that I no longer find it thrilling when young men throw themselves at me.....

Even though I like to run alone, I do enjoy running with other people. And I like to share stories, opinions, laughs and tears. There are few things as beautiful as the connections we make with other human beings. Every single one of those links is totally unique, something special between us  And of course something remarkable happens when human beings come together.  Running whether it's a 5k or an ultra is a bond. But you don't have to run together to share the joys of running.

Since I started to run, I have been educated and inspired by runners on Twitter. The Twittersphere is overflowing with runners, from the elite world champions to the first time Race for Lifers. From the incredible Ultras to the 'blink and they're gone' runners. Triathletes, all round athletes, marathon runners, charity runners who run the world to raise thousands of pounds. Any and every type of runner you can think of is there and tweeting.

It's a pretty amazing community. You can ask them anything, someone will know the answer or have been through it too. They learn, they share.  When you're stuck you get advice and even a stiff kick up the butt if you need it. When you're down they support you and check you're ok. There's always someone out there and always a new friend round the corner.

I cannot begin to tell you what a source of inspiration and awe all my Twitter running chums have been to me as I took those first steps and gradually came to think of myself as a runner. Not just because of the amazing things they do, but also because of the way they cope with life's triumphs and disasters. The knee that packs in just before the marathon after months of training. The hamstring that keeps them from running for weeks and weeks. The stomach bug that floors them half way through the race. The performance plateau where they get stuck no matter how they try.

And do you know what makes it even better? The way they support each other, sending encouragement, advice; caring; cajoling; cheering up. Totally unconditional.   Some people criticise the virtual world for not being real. Well, the support and friendship I've had from my Twitter chums has been very real and very valued, the real world could learn a lot from some of the best of Twitter. It hit me this week when I met @boosterrockets on twitter. She's just started and it made me so happy to know that her running tweeps will be there for her every step of the way.

On Sunday, the real world and the Twitter world are going to come together for me for the first time and I am very excited.   It's the Great Edinburgh Run. My friend and fellow Tesco diet success story Carol is coming from Aberdeen for the race.  Not only that, but I am going to meet the totally lovely @runfeefofum, @dunsrunner, @runningjambo and @scotslassruns, my twitter friends, for the first time.    These folk whose runs and lives I've shared for most of the year will be real flesh and blood.  It's a big first for me and I hope the first of many times I meet my Twitter chums at real life runs.

So, okay I have lone wolf tendencies and I might run alone in the real world, but in the virtual world of Twitter, I'm not alone, I run with the pack. And what a pack! I have learnt so much from thier passion, their knowledge, their experience. And I've been cheered up and inspired beyond measure. Come and join us....

As I contemplate not getting into the Virgin London Marathon ballot and whether I should run for charity, I know I have the wisdom of my fellow tweeps to guide me. 

Finally, a big #shoutout to folks running marathons and other races this weekend. In particular Rhona who is doing her first ever Marathon at Loch Ness. Good luck Rhona, looking forward to reading all about it! And to Greig, whose first race is on Sunday on the Great Edinburgh Run.  Be great!

Take care and happy running!


Sue

Licensed Self Indulgence: The Psychology of Cake

Isn't it great when all your favourite things come together. I love reading research studies, especially psychology ones. See the The BPS Research Digest (http://www.researchdigest.org.uk/blog).  It's definitely worth a read and covers reseach on almost anything you can think of. I found something that made me think.

There's a body of research on licensed self indulgence. This is a well kent phenomenon to runners, triathletes, walkers. After a session of hard work in the gym or on the road, you're quite likely to feel you've earned the right to a treat. Often that treat happens to have one or two calories attached. Often that treat is cake, or beer. Using all that energy and getting healthy gives you permission to self indulge a bit. Fair enough!

Even though running is, of course, a massive treat in itself, there are times when I have to admit that the running shoes go on because I'm on a promise of pizza or cake.  Treats can sometimes be a motivator and a bit more solid than hoping to have a long, happy and healthy life! But they only count as a treat if you've earnt them. That's the whole point for me.

But what counts as earning your treat? In a research study, people who thought they'd taken a vitamin pill were more likely to agree that 'nothing can harm me' and this led them to some unhealthy attitudes and some unhealthy behaviours. They were more likely to choose a free coupon for an 'eat all you like' meal rather than a healthy organic one. Taking that vitamin pill also meant they walked shorter distances. It was like the vitamin pill had done all the hard work, so they could just relax. Taking a vitamin pill counted as justifying (I cannot say earning!) a treat, the pill licensed their self indulgence.

I don't know about you, but my treats are best earned. That post run cake tastes miles better than any other cake you'll ever eat. You know that you've earned every crumb and that licenses you to choose the perfect reward and savour it, guilt free, knowing that your body can process it. One of my favourite memories is the cake stop in Fife on the Edinburgh to St Andrews Cycle Run. We walked into a church hall full of the finest cakes and buns you have ever seen. We'd cycled about 60 miles, walked like John Wayne after a long day in the saddle, and no one was counting calories, it was pure indulgence, no holding back. I remember every mouthful (oops, just drooled over the key board).

Treats are great, but they're not the main reason for running. I don't run to eat cake, I run to get fit, to feel good, to be the best I can be, to challenge myself. Being able to have that slice of cake or glass of wine is part of the package, an enjoyable perk, but not the reason for pounding the pavements. Apart from anything else, eating too much cake would undermine the important things I want to achieve. 

Of course you can earn treats in other ways.  For a brilliant or rubbish day at work; for caring for the people you love; for playing nicely and not punching folk.  But they deserve a different treat.  Cake just doesn't taste as good without that physical effort  After physical exercise, eating cake feels good because you've looked after your body.  Eating cake after a brain scrambling evening with Mum trying to explain Deal or No Deal, feels a bit sad.  I feel guilty, knowing that cake without the exercise has in the past made me fat and ill.  It's like having more than a run's worth of treats,you just don't feel right.  Don't ask me how it works, that's just how it is.   I can't imagine enjoying cake after popping that vitamin pill, it would definitely feel like cheating!

Cake tastes better without a side order of guilt, and that includes the guilt from not taking care of ourselves and our bodies. So license yourself to self indulge and do it properly. Get out your running shoes, pump up the tyres on your bike, get that cossie on and get out there and earn your cake: you know you're worth it!

Enjoy!

Sue