January Blues

Well, thats the worst month of the year out of the way.  Those of you who know me will know that historically January ends up being a pretty crappy month for me.  Please take this as formal notice that it’s fucking cancelled for next year.  I mean seriously, is anyone really going to feel a loss if January is not around anymore.  It’s usually the one where nobody has any money, prices increase on shit and you pretend you’re going to improve yourself and your life.  Agreed then … fuck January.

On the flip side of my horrendous personal life my training is going bloody brilliantly.  It could be said I have thrown myself into it as I then don’t have to deal with the stuff in my head.  I’ve gone from zero miles to managing to get 25+ miles per week in January (110 total).  That may not seem like much to some of you but this is my training blog and it’s all about me, me, me.  I then got all big and brave and suggested to Eddie we go for 150 miles in February.  Once she stopped laughing she gently said to try something attainable so 125 for the month is what we’re going for.

My legs have seen some good hill time thanks to spending 3 weekends up in the Lakes.  I am so comfortable on the last 16 miles of LL50 and I’m feeling really good about my race goal.  I even managed to do one recce of the last 16 by myself.  I let so many people know my plans for safety reasons that I then panicked they would call mountain resuce if I took too long.  I was a woman on a mission.  Made it back in time for a cuppa, a fry up and a bit of people watching before the bus back to Ambleside.  I am not going to be getting back up there until March now and then I’ll start working on the same level of comfort on the first 34 miles.  In the meantime I am forcing myself on everyone I know so as to not be doing my long runs alone.  I may lose all my friends by the end of July.

I’m still frustrated with my weight gain and I have no-one but myself to blame for not being able to shift it.  I really MUST lose 2 stone by July so if someone could find my willpower and send her back to me that would be grand.  The greedy cow can be found face first in a tub of ice cream.

Shoulder is coming along nicely but still weak on push/pull.  Surgeon and physio happy and I’ll have to eventually start back on strength work.  I’m honestly dreading it.  Remember my feelings for Eddie and her mate Popeye?

Oh, and I’m not attempting RUYD 2016.  Nope, not me.

That’s it.  Nothing else to say so I’m going back to Netflix.  See you at the end of February.



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