Who let the dogs out...?

I collected hubby from the airport first thing yesterday, and while he headed to bed to sleep off his jet lag I should have gone straight out for a run...but instead I got comfy and read my book (Ken Follett's 'Fall of Giants').
I promised myself that I'd do my long weekend run later in the day, but never quite got round to it. Actually, I didn't really get round to doing very much at all yesterday. Lazy, but quite nice!
The clocks went back an hour last night so I used my 'extra hour' to get my run done early this morning, heading out just after half past six.
The weather forecast said that today would be dry and warm. Sadly it was neither that early in the day. The heavy drizzle soon turned into full-on rain, and within half a mile I was soaked through to the skin. Hey ho - nothing to do but keep going.
I'm still following a walk/run strategy but I've tweaked the ratio for the long runs; this morning I ran for two minutes and walked for one, then repeated for 4.2 miles.
The run/walk strategy means that even on longer runs I'm not too tired by the end, and looking at the breakdown of my timings when I got home I could see that my speed was picking up throughout and I ran a negative split (meaning that the second half of the run was quicker than the first). My pace is also not much slower than when I'm running all the time (averaging about 10 seconds a mile slower) so over the distance of the marathon I should feel fresher without losing out on time.
Half way round my run I went past a pub in the village. Two puppies came tumbling out of a side door and were pottering around on the car park...until they saw me. I suddenly gained two new best friends, and couldn't get away. Every time I started to run on, they followed me. I tried to ignore them. I tried to shoo them away. I tried to find their owner. In the end, to get away, I threw a stick for them and ran at top speed (7.7mph, according to my watch!) in the opposite direction.
The rest of the run continued without incident, and I got home just after quarter past seven. Another run - done.

Such a perfect day

I know a moan a bit (ok - a lot) about having to get up early to fit my training in before work, but today was one of those days when it all seemed effortless.
First of all, I was awake before the alarm, having had a wonderfully peaceful nights sleep. It's amazing what a difference earplugs make when there's ANOTHER party going on...not that I'm cross. Much.
Anyway, I digress.
I was awake before the alarm, my GPS watch found a signal straight away, and as I headed outside I was greeted by a clear sky full of twinkling stars. Truly beautiful.
I didn't go very far again - I'm saving myself for the long weekend run tomorrow - but every step seemed effortless and as I headed for home the sun was just starting to rise.
If only I could bottle that feeling and sell it I could solve all my fundraising dilemmas in one day.
On a personal note, today is my last full day in charge of the remote control, as hubby will be heading to the airport in the next four hours to begin his long journey home. All being well, I'll be meeting him at the airport early tomorrow morning.
Farewell remote, welcome back flicking between programmes, but best of all, welcome back hubby :o)

Quiet, please!

Hubby is now half way through his week in America, and I can't believe how quickly the time has gone. His absence has brought some unexpected bonuses - I get unrestricted access to the remote control, I don't keep finding windows open and there's no-one to kick me in the middle of the night - but I'm definitely missing him, and am looking forward to Saturday.
Unfortunately the weather here isn't the thirty degree Dallas heat that hubby is enjoying, so my morning run has involved long sleeves and a woolly hat.
Monday was a great run - I seemed to find a comfortable rhythm from the off and was disappointed when it was time to head back home.
This morning was a short but fast run. It was all I could manage, and I would have loved to stay in bed. (A neighbour's teenagers decided to have a party last night, and I wasn't able to get any sleep before 4am, so a 6.30am alarm call was the last thing I wanted to hear!) Please be impressed that I stuck to my schedule and still got up and went out. Dedication indeed.
At least tomorrow I get a lie in until 7am...Thursday's are 'rest days', so no running, no cross training, and hopefully no loud music through the walls. Now that sounds like a plan :o)

It's a small world

I was up even earlier than usual this morning to take hubby and a work colleague of his to the airport - they're off to America for a conference.
They tried to convince me on the way that it would be an intensive week of work, but both seemed very up to date with the latest weather forecast over there (30 degrees, but a little breezy, apparently). I'm also a little unsure of how a trip to the Dallas Cowboys Stadium will help achieve operational excellence, but it seems they're willing to include it in their itinerary just in case!
Having waved them off at the airport I drove home and went straight out for my long run. It was a lovely morning for it - bright, twelve degrees, with a light breeze to keep me cool. Half way round I received a text message from hubby - he'd bumped into friends of ours in the departure lounge and they're on the same flight as him to Newark. A small world indeed. From Newark they're heading to Florida while he flies to Dallas.
So - I've done the airport transport, two loads of washing, a long run and let the chickens out...all before quarter past eight.
Surely I deserve a cuppa?

Can you spot a pattern emerging...?

I spent all of yesterday in a tutorial for the finance module of my CMI course, and booked today off to finish my write up while it's all fresh in my mind. I say 'finish', but in reality I'll be glad to get 50% done - I think we've all underestimated just how much work there is to do before 4th November deadline. Gulp!
I got home yesterday to find that I've been sponsored by someone I met at the marathon last time round. I'd handed in my kit bag and was feeling a little lost and nervous when a voice said 'Hello Jas - I've been reading your blog!' She introduced herself as Lorraine - a fellow Asthma UK runner - and we chatted for a while before heading to the start. We've kept in touch via Facebook, and she's recently run a half marathon in a great time. I'm trying to convince her to run on a Gold Bond place again in 2012, but so far she's resisting my gentle nudges. Go on Lorraine...you know you want to!
As it's a day off today I decided not to set my alarm, just to get up 'about half past 6'. I woke up at 6, thought I'd doze for a bit longer, and suddenly hubby's alarm was going off and it was five to seven. Oops, but never mind.
I headed out for a quick mile and a half, and made good time. It was much warmer this morning, but I'd gone out prepared for a cold start with woolly hat and gloves on, so half a mile in I was far too hot.
There was a beautiful sunrise this morning, and the sky was a stunning pinky-red - not a good sign if you believe the portents, but lovely to look at.
I'm glad to say I'm now tucked back up in bed with my netbook and coursework ready for a day of study.
Hmmm...maybe I should just finish stripping the wallpaper off the living room wall....

A long day and a late run

Ok...I admit it...I pressed the snooze button this morning and stayed tucked up in bed when I should have been out running. If I'm allowed to present the case for the defence, I had a rotten night's sleep (or lack of) and woke up with a cracking headache.
Sadly I spent all day feeling guilty for my laziness and promised myself that I'd head out as soon as I got home from work.
Wednesday's are my long day - and late finish - at work, so I didn't get home until almost half past seven. I could feel my resolve was slipping, but youngest daughter (affectionately called Kong) offered to accompany me, so five minutes later we were heading through the door and into the cold night.
One minute from home we passed a group of teenage lads and were loudly cheered on our way - it's amazing how much you can up your pace when necessary!
We only did a quick, short run - just over a mile - but we were a lot warmer when we got home.
Best of all, Kong has promised to come out with me again soon, so I now have a choice of running partner this year. Marvelous!

Running and writing, and writing and procrastinating...

I usually run on a Monday morning, but I had to be in at work extra early for a server update yesterday so postponed my run until I got home...or at least that was the intention. I had 'one of those days' - if it could go wrong, it did...and then some - and by the time I got home it was dark and pouring with rain. I did the only sensible thing - kicked off my shoes, slumped in the chair and ordered pizza!
Today is my day off, and my plan was always to spend the day working on my finance assignment for my CMI course, so I got up early and went for a run with hubby in tow. It was decidedly chilly at half past six, but at least it was dry. We made good progress, picked up the speed a bit, and both felt a lot warmer and more awake on the return leg.
After stretching, feeding the dog and letting the chickens out (well - opening their door - they were still tucked up asleep on their perches!) I was back back in bed with a cup of tea by my side and my coursework open by 7.15am.
I've made reasonable progress through the morning, but seem to have hit a bit of a wall, so awarded myself a half hour break to make another cuppa and write my blog.
Now, what else needs doing...? Not that I'm procrastinating, of course...