Well, dear reader. I did it. Half marathon walk starting at midnight for Cancer Research can be ticked off the life list.
I managed it in about 4 hours 15 minutes, far faster than I'd managed in practice which just shows how fast I can walk when I'm desperate for the walk to be over!
Huge thanks to all who sponsored me. It was quite an experience. It was inspiring to see so many thousands of people pounding the streets in memory of those they had lost or to honour those who had survived. At one point I was nearing desperation and half planning my escape in a cab. It was 3 in the morning, I was all alone and totally exhausted with 3 miles left to do. Then all of a sudden I was over taken by a group of about 10 people who had my name written all over their t shirts. It was like a sign! So I ploughed on.
Sunday I felt like I'd been to the 7th circle of Hell and back, but by Monday I was feeling normal again and tonight I'm even off for a swim with Annie.
My bottom isn't much smaller, but hopefully I can keep up the fitness regime and the policy of global reduction can continue.
Rose x
Showing posts with label marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marathon. Show all posts
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Monday, 26 September 2011
Half marathon training
Last Sunday Mr Rose reallllly made me cross.
As I've mentioned once or twice, I'm training for this weekend's Shine half marathon. Last Sunday I got up knowing I had to walk 8 miles, had a balanced healthy breakfast with good mixture of slow releasing carbs, fruit and low fat protein. I did some stretches. Got into my snazzy trainers, running pants, strawberry sports bra - the whole works. I packed a little sports rucksack with what any sportswoman would carry - neurofen and an oyster card in case it all got a bit too much. I applied deodorant like it was going out of fashion and a light facial sun tan lotion (well I am in my 30s now and it was a sunny day). Mr Rose fell out of bed, shoved a crumpet down his gob, pulled on his jeans and announced he was going to walk the first 20 mins with me.
He hasn't done any of the training with me and hasn't done any excercise for ages. As we strode off I was secretly amused that this poor deluded fellow thought he could keep up with a fully trained half marathon walker. I proudly assumed he would look at me through admiringly as I impressed him with my speed and vigour.
After about 20 mins he was enjoying himself so I decided to let him carry on with me for a bit longer.
After 1 hour he was bounding about Hampstead Heath enthusiastically.
After 1.5 hours I was suggesting we stop for lucozade
After 2 hours he was trying to get me to go faster and suggesting ways of extending the route.
At 2.5 hours he reluctantly said we could go home.
Reader - he was wearing loafers.
I guess he has more natural sporting ability than I. I consoled myself with the thought that he would be exhausted and stiff once we got home and I would be able to make 'I told you so' remarks about how he pushed himself too far on his first walk in ages.
About 4pm I remember going into our bedroom to get something and before I knew it, it was 6pm and I had conked out.
As I got up and went to find Mr Rose, he glanced up from his newspaper and arched an eyebrow.
"Well", he said "that was quite some snooze. At one point I wondered into the bedroom with a view to shutting the window as the mad neighbour was using his power drill again and I didn't want it to wake you up. And then I realised it wasn't the mad neighbour, but you snoring."
So embarrassing!
Rose x
As I've mentioned once or twice, I'm training for this weekend's Shine half marathon. Last Sunday I got up knowing I had to walk 8 miles, had a balanced healthy breakfast with good mixture of slow releasing carbs, fruit and low fat protein. I did some stretches. Got into my snazzy trainers, running pants, strawberry sports bra - the whole works. I packed a little sports rucksack with what any sportswoman would carry - neurofen and an oyster card in case it all got a bit too much. I applied deodorant like it was going out of fashion and a light facial sun tan lotion (well I am in my 30s now and it was a sunny day). Mr Rose fell out of bed, shoved a crumpet down his gob, pulled on his jeans and announced he was going to walk the first 20 mins with me.
He hasn't done any of the training with me and hasn't done any excercise for ages. As we strode off I was secretly amused that this poor deluded fellow thought he could keep up with a fully trained half marathon walker. I proudly assumed he would look at me through admiringly as I impressed him with my speed and vigour.
After about 20 mins he was enjoying himself so I decided to let him carry on with me for a bit longer.
After 1 hour he was bounding about Hampstead Heath enthusiastically.
After 1.5 hours I was suggesting we stop for lucozade
After 2 hours he was trying to get me to go faster and suggesting ways of extending the route.
At 2.5 hours he reluctantly said we could go home.
Reader - he was wearing loafers.
I guess he has more natural sporting ability than I. I consoled myself with the thought that he would be exhausted and stiff once we got home and I would be able to make 'I told you so' remarks about how he pushed himself too far on his first walk in ages.
About 4pm I remember going into our bedroom to get something and before I knew it, it was 6pm and I had conked out.
As I got up and went to find Mr Rose, he glanced up from his newspaper and arched an eyebrow.
"Well", he said "that was quite some snooze. At one point I wondered into the bedroom with a view to shutting the window as the mad neighbour was using his power drill again and I didn't want it to wake you up. And then I realised it wasn't the mad neighbour, but you snoring."
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| Snoring Rose or power drill? |
Rose x
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Bank Holiday Gloucestershire Fun
So when Mr Rose was a wee nipper, his mum (a Warwickshire lass not unlike myself) decided that if her kids were going to be brought up in Central London then they would at least be exposed to regular countryside so they knew the difference between a cow and a sheep. So back in the mid 80s they bought a little cottage in the Forest of Dean which they used for weekends away and holidays.
It did not work.
Mr Rose never really liked the countryside and obviously spent all his holidays with his nose in The Economist. We haven't been to The Cottage for many years but decided to take a trip there this weekend. After all, we are both in our 30s now so we may as well embrace middle age.
At one point driving through the gorgeous countryside, Mr Rose pointed at a field of cows and made a reference to them being nice looking sheep. Dear reader, he has not one but two Cambridge degrees plus a law degree, and he knows more about international politics than anyone I've ever met. But the poor confused London boy is not so hot on his farmyard animals. Next time you see him, feel free to give him a little lesson on exactly what says cockadoodledoo and what a baby horse is called. He needs educating.
When I had stopped snorting with laughter, we went on a lovely walk as part of my training for my half marathon walk I'm doing in October. We nearly got lost / had a massive row / split up in part of the forrest but found our bashed up old Golf just in time before the rain came down. We picked loads of blackberries as there were moments when we were so lost we thought we might be spending the night there and thought they would keep us alive til morning. However, we eventually found the car and made it home and decided to make a crumble with the blackberries - plus pears, greengages and apples from the cottage garden.
Photographic evidence of lovely crumble:
It was eaten in front of roaring stove and 3 episodes of The Sopranos :-)
I have to admit that we also had some for breakfast the next morning but then we went out and climbed up Symonds Yat to burn off the naughtiness. Here is the view from the top - and yes, we climbed up from the river THAT IS A VERY LONG WAY UP and it definitely was worth it - what a view!
Hope you all had a great Banko too. What did you get up to?
Rose x
It did not work.
Mr Rose never really liked the countryside and obviously spent all his holidays with his nose in The Economist. We haven't been to The Cottage for many years but decided to take a trip there this weekend. After all, we are both in our 30s now so we may as well embrace middle age.
At one point driving through the gorgeous countryside, Mr Rose pointed at a field of cows and made a reference to them being nice looking sheep. Dear reader, he has not one but two Cambridge degrees plus a law degree, and he knows more about international politics than anyone I've ever met. But the poor confused London boy is not so hot on his farmyard animals. Next time you see him, feel free to give him a little lesson on exactly what says cockadoodledoo and what a baby horse is called. He needs educating.
When I had stopped snorting with laughter, we went on a lovely walk as part of my training for my half marathon walk I'm doing in October. We nearly got lost / had a massive row / split up in part of the forrest but found our bashed up old Golf just in time before the rain came down. We picked loads of blackberries as there were moments when we were so lost we thought we might be spending the night there and thought they would keep us alive til morning. However, we eventually found the car and made it home and decided to make a crumble with the blackberries - plus pears, greengages and apples from the cottage garden.
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| The lovely garden in The Cottage |
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| Greengage tree |
Photographic evidence of lovely crumble:
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| Greengage, apple, pear and blackberry |
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| Lovely crumble topping with flaked almonds for flavour |
It was eaten in front of roaring stove and 3 episodes of The Sopranos :-)
I have to admit that we also had some for breakfast the next morning but then we went out and climbed up Symonds Yat to burn off the naughtiness. Here is the view from the top - and yes, we climbed up from the river THAT IS A VERY LONG WAY UP and it definitely was worth it - what a view!
Hope you all had a great Banko too. What did you get up to?
Rose x
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