Friday, 27 March 2009

Skipping out...

The Fabulously Flexible Nancy, having loads of time on her hands after her surgery, has been checking up on me, reminding me that no matter how crap I feel or how stressed out by work I am or how little running I've done, I really ought not to neglect my blog. (Well, she didn't say that, exactly, but it's still true.) And while I'd love to run with her, unfortunately I think she's got to stop with the running due to her Fabulous Flexibilty. Which makes her rather sad. Which in turn makes me feel rather guilty to report that I will be pulling out of the Reading Half-Marathon this weekend. If I'd been well-trained, but as sick as I have been, I would go. If I were not sick, but as poorly trained as I am, I would go. If I weren't going on holiday next week that will include bike riding and scuba diving (!) I would go. But with all of those things, I can't really see myself doing well and having a good time. So I'm just being honest that I'm not going, and instead will party like a rock star at the Metallica concert on Saturday and sleep through the time change on Sunday and get prepared to go to Vietnam. Have I mentioned how excited I am lately?

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

Ashtanga for 25

25. That's how many people were in my class last night. 3 rows of 8, plus one guy going crossways right in front of me, in a room 20 by 40 feet. It was hot and crowded, that's for sure. I find this particular teacher a little hard to follow, and this was a level 1-2 class (I'm pretty solidly a level 1), so it was a tough workout. I was really happy to have gone, though.

Some of the earlier poses I really like. My favourite part is the fundamental series - opening my back and legs after a day in an office and stretching out the runners' tight hamstrings. I'm struggling with Prasarita Padottanasana C (intense spread leg stretch with shoulder opening) because my shoulders are so tight that my arms don't go anywhere near over and I feel like I'm pushing against myself the whole time. Then there's the difficult but lovely Utthita Hasta Padangusthasana and following poses, which are all good until we get to a whole series of seated asymetrical forward bends. In particular, the Triang Mukhaikapada Paschimottanasana, or one-leg-folded-back pose. My (bent) leg just does not go that way.

I also enjoy the shoulder stand, except that it constantly reminds me that yoga was developed by people with small (or, mostly, no!) breasts. Mine smother me. See also Double D reviews. What do you bigger-breasted people do in this situation?

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

A little bit of Mambo Number 5

I was in this CD swap with a bunch of other runners and somebody put Lou Bega's Mambo Number 5 on my ipod and now whenever I want to talk about a "little of this, a little of that" that's the song that's in my head.

  • I get a lot of hits wondering about whether it's better to work out in the morning or the afternoon. I don't know. I have heard somewhere (one of you, maybe?) that people who work out in the morning miss fewer workouts but get injured more. My own experience is that, once I'm in the habit, mornings are better because I do miss fewer workouts. It's the getting-in-the-habit that's problematic. What do you do to make that happen?
  • I do love me some yoga. I love it when I do it at home, I enjoy my classes, it's actually one of the times I'm happiest. But we've been using the room-I-formerly-occasionally-used-as-a-yoga-studio as a bike and assorted other crap storage room (aka garage), and the (real) dog is not that helpful when trying to do downward-facing-dog in the living room, so that's pretty much home yoga out right now. I've tried to go to class a couple of times lately and they've been overful. There aren't a lot of good ones near my office or near my home, and the ones there are are at awful times. One of my friends was raving about Bikram last night so I thought I'd try to find one of those, but no dice there either. Though I suspect that might have more to do with the office in Hammersmith than anything else. So I'll be departing promptly at 5:30 tonight to get to the 7pm class.
  • I would really like to find a running partner. But I'm kind of picky - I would like someone to be near me (so somewhere between Highbury Fields and Finsbury Park), someone who is about my speed (slow!), and wanting to work out before work at around 6:30. Any takers? Or, more realistically, how can I find such a person?
  • Some guy from Nike's interactive agency contacted me and wanted me to pimp their Girls vs Boys challenge. Look it up if you're interested.
  • I also got a note from Addidas prior to the Reading Half Marathon that, if you run in their shoes, you automatically are a member of their "VIP club" and can get a pasta meal and some other stuff. I'm kind of irritated by this, because I choose my shoes based on what works for me and my feet, not by the promise of a free pasta dinner. And how can this kind of thing be effective for them? I'm confused

Monday, 9 March 2009

All the days of suck

I am a lazy slacker sometimes and kind of regretting signing up for the half-marathon. Ok, not really, because otherwise I'd have no reason to not sit on my couch and drink wine all the time, but a little because I have been sitting on the couch drinking wine all the time. Yesterday I skipped going to the museum with Meg and our friend Andrew because to go to the museum with those two is no fun at all for me - I like to read every single word in the place and learn all about everything whereas their method is to look at things for 2 seconds and go "love it, hate it, like it, that looks like cat puke, ok let's go." Anyway so I skipped out on that educational experience and planned to run instead. And then I went to get ready just as the tunder and lightning started. I don't mind rain but that's just a little much as I don't want to die next to Regent's Canal so instead I played Zelda. Which is 8 miles more of my training I didn't do. So lunchtime today I actually got up from my desk and ran in lovely Hammersmith and even did a few pushups (girly style) and situps before coming back to work and remembering that I do actually enjoy the post-run feeling. 20 days...