A marathon loss of confidence

It’s been a few days since my last blog and it is needless to say that I once again failed Juneathon, but who am I to go against tradition, eh? Well done to those of you who completed; I love the idea of successfully completing, but when it comes right down to it, I’m just not motivated enough to exercise and blog every single day. One day I will succeed. In other news, it’s time to begin training for the Luton Marathon. Carla and Jimmy are also doing this race in November and although I… View Post

Zaggora Hotpants Winners!

I’m sorry that this is so late. I was going to announce it last Saturday but I was busy all day. Part of being busy included getting my hair done. Then I went out to a dinner dance and didn’t get back until 2.00am. So I went to bed. And then on Sunday I went out to play with Jog Blog and Travelling Hopefully and we went to pubs. Monday I was tired, Tuesay I was tired and Wednesday my laptop died. Enough excuses. Before I announce the winners, I promised I’d give a two… View Post

Juneathon Day 16: Running out of steam

My blog about day 16 is within the required 24 hours, however I have nothing of great interest to say. Jimmy took himself off to Park Run and I stayed in bed. I thought about joining him, but I don’t want to run a 30 minute time due to recovering from injury, I’d rather wait until I’m strong enough to try to get closer to my 25 minute 5k target. I haven’t got too much time to shave off my 5k PB, but I know at the moment, I’m just not strong enough. Jimmy however… View Post

Juneathon Day 13

I’m still technically within the rules, but I’m not doing very well. Once again, a token effort, a mile walk. Hardcore indeed. Today will be a better day. The sun is shining, it’s beautiful out and I’m shortly going to go to Pilates. I should probably stop this post now or I will be doing a pre-emptive blog (is that allowed?). The girl was feeling very lazy Deciding that the rules are hazy Her thighs are so fat She must work on that Juneathon is indeed for the crazy. Needless to say, the limerick mojo… View Post

Juneathon Day 11: A pain in the arse!

By pain in the arse, I mean, quite literally, a pain in the arse. No doubt you’ve all cursed the weather today in much the same way as me. However, Juneathon called, Jimmy nagged and out for a run I went. It started off fairly well in that my foot felt good enough for me to push to two miles. However, a mile in, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain at the top of my left leg. I pushed on through it, but the pain got worse and I called it quits at 1.7 miles,… View Post