Week 1: Day 4

Is it only day 4?

This morning I overslept and missed tennis! Argh. I felt sooo bad.

So, I had to run my 2.4k today again. Just ran it at about 4 in the afternoon, and it was HOT. I think over the past week I must have pulled a muscle cos I have a.... pulled muscle.. in my back, and then after the run, slight twinges/cramping in a couple of places. I have to be better about warming up and cooling down. Talk about getting old. And still, all this drama over a measly 2.4k, ha ha.

I am looking forward to tomorrow's rest day!!

Week 1, Day 4

Clocked 16:40 for 2.4km today on treadmill. Won't say it was a leisurely jog. Yes, I am unfit - did you not know that already?

Worked off 145 calories, according to the machine. Wonder how many calories in a (baked, not fried) curry puff - cos that's what I had after the workout. 

Week 1: Day 3

I ran approximately 2.4k today and it was not a pretty sight! Nor sound.

I ended up a sweaty, wheezing, panting, runny-nosed mess. Ugh. Don't all these little school kids have no trouble running 2.4k all the time? I remember even when I was in school, I was always last. All these other kids would just breeze by. Even kids who weren't athletic at all - not that I am either - would have less trouble than I. It's genetic, I tell you. I am most definitely athletically-challenged. Let this blog be a heartwarming, inspiring tale of one (or two) person's fight to overcome her condition of non-athleticism.

I think I took about half an hour too! Man.

Week 1, Day 3

Today is rest day. There should be more of these!

Anyway, had slight toenail clipping accident. There was blood. Enough said.

Printed out 20% Adidas voucher, will go look at shop in Parkway later! 

Week 1: Day 2

This blog is turning out to be boring with all this text! But I certainly don't carry a camera when I run, so no running photos. So, here's a photo of a cute bunny instead. For inspiration!

Today was the day of : NO SHORTS!!

I ran out of shorts (har har), so I could not run today. This is true. I'll swap tomorrow's rest day for a run.

Also, I measured out yesterday's run and it looks like I ran about 2K! Yay! In about 15 minutes! Boo!

Week 1, Day 2

Played tennis this morning. Fun, though achy from yesterday's run. Paid dues for training.

It's even hotter today than it was yesterday - so relieved I don't have to be outside today!

Noticed today, that Pucca comes in different shapes! Some are the usual straight-tailed fish, and some have curved tails and yet others look more like little jellyfish, with the wiggles (on a separate note, wonder how ex-Yellow Shirt Greg is doing.) 

Week 1, Day 1

Today - went to the beach for a short jog. At 1230 pm. It was shady under the trees, and the sea breeze took the edge off the mid-afternoon heat (most of which was from the concrete). Forced self to stretch, and fiddled with Ipod to create new "help me through this please" playlist. Then I'm off! In the first minute I spot a tanned, toned female body, warming down after her run. Urgh, she looks like she could probably do our run in half our time, or less. Hate her. As soon as she's out of my peripheral vision I start to feel better. 

In a while, the carpark was out of sight as well. Tried not to think about how each grueling step was taking me further from my ride home. 

Passed the lagoon food centre. Consciously went a large loop around it so tempting smells would not waft my way but still, could not help but wonder if there was a queue for bak kut tek or ter kah. Must focus!

Ran round the 360 cableski pond, and there was a little angmo kid going at it, not bad at all. His folks were parked on the grass, watching.

U-turned, now feeling maybe I should slow down a little so I can make it all the way back without stopping. 

Managed to make it back to the car, though a horrid sweaty mess and probably a shade darker/many shades redder. Warm down, look for mudskippers (none) and then drive home with the windows down. Feel sore but somewhat triumphant. I'd ran for 20 minutes, but have no clue how far it actually was. Not sure if I want to do it again, though.

Wooohoooo! I made it! 

(btw - canister of Pucca has 16 servings but each serving is 11 fish? who eats only 11 at a sitting? ridiculous!)

Week 1: Day 1

runningstitch is much more introspective than I am. Me? Me run 5K.

Training? Ugh. A bore.

But the best part about running is: it feels so good when you stop. And then have a shower. It almost makes it all worth while.

So today, I started off with a "leisurely" "jog". I ran for about 15-20mins. I wanted to stop after 15 steps. But no, I perservered! I'm not sure how far I ran. (Estimation: not far). I'll measure it out with the car tomorrow and report back here. Tomorrow: 1.5 miles! Yay.

Day 0

Why Run?

Why blog, for that matter?


D-day is Sunday, 26 October 2008. Exactly 13 weeks away. We've got the training schedule. Part of me wishes for lots of rain for the next 13 weeks. The other part of me is undeterred and imagining that running would become part of the whole package that is me, that it would be glorious and fun and not kill me.



I know I should be more motivated about this whole running thing. But just the thought of it makes me nervous-hungry. It doesn't help that there's heaps of Hanuta and donuts in the kitchen, and today, Pingouin hands me the biggest tub of chocolate Pucca I've ever seen. According to dailyplate.com, I'd need to jog in place for 39 minutes to burn off the 337 calories from eating 1 serving (64g) of chocolate Pucca. Thanks, Opus. There should be a good 10 servings in that giant tub. I can't even remember the last time I jogged in place. Does the treadmill count?


On the bright side, we managed to play some tennis today. Sadly, we suck. EVERYONE else on the courts were better than us. The best part was getting a cold shower after.



13 weeks is plenty time to train. I just have to manage the snacks, panic attacks and inclination to lounge around instead of bearing with that lungs-are-bursting-out-of-lungs, lactic-acid-burn-in-legs, panting and wishing you were lounging around at home, sticky, sweaty and grumpy feelings that tend to go with running. Not to mention the ignominy of having everyone at the beach cruising past you, especially those who are talking and laughing as they go. Urgh.



Since I've committed to the run, might as well target some weight loss at the same time.