Well everyone, it’s been a busy week in Fionaland. I’m sorry that this did not translate to a busy blog, but I was very busy getting a job.
Baby gifs are the greatest.
BUT this business did not detract from my very committed training. (Why is business spelled like that? I mean busy-ness. English is such a troll.) The weather may have detracted from it just a teensy bit.
I started out with the best of intentions, I swear I did. I saw that outside looked ever so slightly apocalyptic, but decided to man up and push through it. After all, it might rain on Race day. In fact, it’s Glasgow, it will definitely rain on Race day. So it’s no excuse for not training. I donned my running gear and took off jogging down the street.
It took about twelve seconds for me to realise that I had made a grave, grave mistake.
Photo by Tadas Cerniauskas.
Guys, I’m pretty tiny. I really am. I fit into that category of people who was told to stay inside during Hurricane Bawbag. I have been literally blown into the street. Unnecessary gale force winds make it quite difficult for me to run. Even with approximately four tons of water accumulating in my clothes, the wind was making me run like a drunk clown. Also, with an interview for a very snazzy grad job the next day, I didn’t relish the prospect of developing pneumonia. Of all desirable interview techniques, I don’t think turning up like a frozen snotter is advisable.
Of course, the weather remained terrible and I did this anyway.
After spending at least a second weighing the pros and cons of each course of action, I decided to abandon ship and resume wimpy indoor training.
However, I did feel like a little bit of a cop out. Running inside is so not comparable to doing it outside. Running outside is, like, twice as hard.
Reuse of visual metaphor because I’m not fit to look on before 12.
Why don’t I just…double the time advised by the training plan?! Why not indeed. Now before you all start taking the mick, I’ll have you know that I managed it just fine.
This may be the most exercise I’ve done in a very long time.
The last time I exercised.
So I was feeling very chuffed. Until I woke up, very nervous on the morning of my interview to find that I couldn’t move my legs. Not exactly what I’d been hoping for. And now, it’s a gloriously beautiful day, I’m due to go out for a run and my legs are still aching. I am the worst person at this running thing. The worst. Although Sophie might be worse. I wouldn’t know, having never once seen her run.
I’m not sure I would describe the training as “going well”, but if we’re all being honest here, I think it’s probably progressing entirely as expected. I have assurance from the boyfriend that he is also continuing his training and that he plans to murder me as soon as he sets foot back on the same island as me.
It’s getting close to Race day now, just over a month to go! Donation-wise, we are a little bit ahead of what we were this time last year, so I’m still hoping to smash that total. Please help us out and give what you can.
If anyone will be around Braehead tomorrow afternoon, please come and say hello! I’ll be manning a Race for Life stall beside Thorntons from 12 until 5. I’m not entirely sure what exactly I’ll be doing, but I’ll be dressed in pink and it will probably be embarrassing. What else are interns for?