Not quite back in the groove

Hauled myself out of bed at 6.30am to go for a run. It’s a bit of a change – getting up when it’s dark. Still. The clocks must go back soon, and it’ll be a little easier then. Only a little. Left N snoozing with his cold, struggled into clothes, and went out.

The canal was quite nice and quiet. A little misty. A glorious shower of bright red ivy pouring over a wall (wish I’d taken the phone to take a snap). The odd moorhen. No noisy coots. I had intentions about hitting 3 miles at a sub-9-minute mile. I actually achieved 2.25 miles at 9:23 – vastly slower than marathon pace. No problem. Because….

  • I haven’t run for a week and a half
  • I’ve had a cold
  • My peak flow is still below-par

On the plus side, I got out and did something. The bouncing up and down did splendid things for all the phlegm that’s been sitting in my lungs, and I spent about as long expectorating afterwards as I did running. The next run will be better, and, come November, I’ll be ready for the Thames Meander Half Marathon. While I didn’t feel particularly perky before, during, or immediately after, I do feel rather more refreshed at my desk.

Plus: it’s only just now started raining. It would have been horrible in the rain.


Full of Beans!

I’m full of beans! Still a bit blocked up, still with a nicely productive cough, still with a peak flow that’s dropped about 5-8% (but better than the 10% drop it was on Friday), but full of beans! I may try a run tomorrow morning (nothing too exciting. Just 3 miles along the canal and back to clear the tubes a bit. I am a great believer in clearing the tubes a bit).

Poor N, on the other hand, has succumbed. Yesterday afternoon. And I dragged him out to John Lewis to buy a sofa (with the promise of cake), and he just wilted. After we’d bought the sofa (10 week delivery, and, not leather as we didn’t like any of the leathers that were available for the model we wanted enough to spend that much money on leather), I took advantage of being in John Lewis to buy a fridge-freezer, and a washing machine. Our savings look somewhat depleted, but the new house will be functional. And the decorator (whichever we choose) has half a chance of fresh milk for his cups of tea, and will also have somewhere to store his packed lunch. N wilted still further. He didn’t even manage to go to the cinema on Sunday night – he’d booked tickets to some psychological thriller. These are Not My Thing, so I tend to leave him to them. I’m perfectly at liberty to go to the cinema on my tod, but never quite organised enough to get there. Fortunately, he likes a nice romantic film as well.

I’ve left him in bed. With tea, and some lemon-honey-and-ginger tea. And some soup in the fridge. He is alternately dozing and watching Walking Dead. Zombies are very helpful when you have a cold.


Timing. It’s everything

I started a cold on Wednesday night. I haven’t had one since February. This has rendered me prone for the past two days (I managed a shower yesterday as I felt so grimy). Today I managed to get up and drop off an overdue parcel. I am now having a recuperative sit down and looking at the lovely flowers N bought me to help me feel better.

I have a new Wes Anderson film to watch, Bottle Rocket, and the documentary Iris, which is about Iris Apfel, a 93 year old Style Maven, whom I read about in Stylist mag. I popped into the CEX on the way back from dropping off the parcel. Yes, I should have asked N to drop it off but I wanted to get some air in my tubes. I am now wobbly as anything and slightly regretting the excursion. Why is the common cold so debilitating?

N is at the new house. He’s met the decorator, is fitting the router, measuring for the fridge, and has moved his car to the garage (priorities!). I am trying to muster interest for lunch other than a Pumpkin Spice Latte. After that, I intend to

  • Wrap L’s birthday present
  • Sort out tax return documents Started. Three are in the mail…also, it transpires I’ve not done any filing for about a year. I am surrounded with bank statements now so, a late entry to The List arrives below.
  • File bank statements and the like.
  • Collect up gift aid documentation
  • Take the laundry off the racks It’s still a bit damp. I’ve put the heating on
  • Maybe put it away
  • Follow up New Leaders. Follow up New Leaders’ references that are outstanding by actually direct emailing the referees.
  • Collapse and knit

This may be ambitious of me. Here. Have a photo of my Color Affection in progress. And the most recently completed socks.



Berlin: tick!

So many demons have been slain on this trip. My last trip to Berlin was a bit of a nightmare. Certainly the getting home part... I’d been over for the 50 anniversary commemoration of the building of the Berlin Wall, with The Professor in August 2011 (tip. Do not travel anywhere with exes. A rule I broke twice that year. Ahem). He had scribbled instructions for getting to Schonfeld on a piece of paper, and waved me off at the S-Bahn because he was too cheap to buy a ticket of his own to see me all the way to the airport. There were engineering works. I missed the plane. I’d also failed to get up the Reichstag (on the second attempt) while there, and, generally speaking, did not enjoy myself. It wasn’t Berlin’s fault. Berlin was lovely. I took heaps of photos, I was thoroughly historical. I visited museums.

This time was much better – I was with N, for starters. And he is an excellent demon-slaying-assistant. We went to see all sorts of things!

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Friday evening was all about the ceilings, apparently.

Saturday was all about Tempelhof and the Expo… we got our numbers. It was held in a disused airport, the one used for the Berlin Airlift, and we think it was the stomping ground of another friend of ours: lots of USAF signs, so we took several photos in total overexcitement (he was over in Berlin in the 1980s. He speaks Russian. Nuff said). We headed out to a lovely place that produced gluten-free pasta. We bought rice cakes in a whole foods shop. We covered about 10-12 miles the day before the race, which was possibly a slight mistake (although that does include a lovely run round Tiergarten, where N pushed me to 8:40 min/miles….)

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Anyhow. There were some demons in Berlin. Slain. We made it up the Reichstag on Tuesday morning. We did not miss the flight (although the leitmotif of a delayed flight and a lack of information at the airport continued at Tegel). I have now managed to enter Berlin via train, and both airports – I just need to drive there at some point.

And there was a race. Which was epic, and awesome (it was definitely epic. My Strava Suffer Score was 843).

Race Analysis

(You can see where I slowed down after I realised that a sub-4 hour maraton just wasn’t quite going to happen – and then when the adrenaline hit after going through the Brandenberg Gate! I will get rid of those 2 minutes at some point.)

I was pretty pleased – 8 minutes off my previous marathon PB. N did even better – he knocked 20 minutes off his, and has a Boston Qualifying Time (so that’s where we’ll be in March/April 2017). 3:22:20. I could not be more proud of him!

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It was really quite warm – warmer than we wanted in the sun. We caught the sun. It was an amazing atmosphere – I ran the whole thing without music, as there were so many bands along the route (and my iPod had not been packed…). People cheering. People getting in the way…people cheering more. Oompah Bands. Rock Bands. Someone with some incredibly tinny speakers playing “Olay Olay Olay Olay” at at least three points round the course. Random chaps in hats playing snare drums. Small children with pots and pans. Hands down, the best course for people cheering. There weren’t many places were it was silent.  I started well, but couldn’t quite maintain the pace. You can see where I picked up a bit after passing a Macmillan Cheer Point at mile 17-18 (there were only two of them, but BY GOLLY they were LOUD). I think my own music would have helped during mile 25-26. I gave myself several pep talks, instead. I had the time. And, by then, I knew I’d be faster than I was in Rome, so it didn’t really matter that I wasn’t getting my aim. The high as I finished was enormous – and lasted for aaaaaaaaaaaages.

Afterwards, it took forever to find N (eventually we met back at the hotel – he got cold waiting for me, I struggled to get through the crowds of people) and we had room service. The two most blissful words in the English Language. We then staggered out for supper. I had a currywurst. I failed to finish my chips. N had two beers, one of which tasted of cola. Weird.

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Around the marathon, we sort of did sightseeing. We met up with an internet friend on Friday night, and had sushi.

Monday, I couldn’t walk terribly well. Stairs were an issue. I was in pain and grumpy for much of the afternoon (I eventually took Ibuprofen, which took the edge off, and I was vastly happier, and wondered why I’d put it off for so long). We went to the zoo. I love Berlin Zoo. This was my second trip, and we saw pretty much every animal. We meandered over to the Adidas shop, and had our times lasered into yellow plastic wristbands. That’s pretty cool – although they’re not lasered in deep, it’s rather good fun seeing all the flame as it’s burned in! We went to a yarn shop which was shut, and came across some Stumbling Stones.

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Tuesday: finally, on my third try, the Reichstag. We went to a lecture (pretty interesting, very well delivered). Then we went up to the dome. And I felt dizzy! I still got right the way up to the top, slaying a demon – the demon of not managing to do something I’d wanted to do, as well as the demon of height-fear… Then we went to another yarn shop (this time open, although not the best selection of German Sock Yarn known to humankind. I did better in Munich), lunch and home. Via a delay, but not missing the flight. Incidentally. You cannot assume that a BA flight automatically gives you hold luggage. Even if you had hold luggage on the way out. Also, dill smells even more vile than usual at 40,000 feet…

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A degree of success. Soggily.

I managed an early night! In bed round about 9.45pm, lights out somewhere about 10pm. Still wasn’t inclined to get up for 3 miles this morning – and part way through rather wished I hadn’t bothered, as a short-lived deluge rendered me soggier than a damp sock that’s been left in the bottom of the washing machine.  Even the camels were hiding inside: the only animal I saw was the mad monkey who seems to live at the top of monkey mountain.

I think I may have seen Michael Palin again, as well. If not him, the gentleman in question was certainly polite and smiled and nodded as he went past.

I have a playlist for Berlin. 4 hours 40 minutes should be more than enough music. I don’t know that I’ll listen to it all the way round – but it’s there for a boost if I think things are getting a bit tough. And that suits me fine. It’s all going to be fine. We’re having sushi on Friday night. It will be fine!

(I keep repeating that, because it will come true).


Tonight, I’m going to bed early

I wanted to go last night (my plan was “get in from Brownies and dropping off stuff at 9.30pm and go straight to bed, but it didn’t quite pan out that way). I will tonight – N is at football.

If I don’t get enough sleep now, I shall a. wig out further than I am wigged out and b. make a mess of Sunday. And, I’ve done so much training, I can’t be doing with that. So. Tonight, tomorrow, Friday, Saturday. All shall be early nights. I should not be feeling tired at this point. I should feel like I’m raring to go. More sleep is definitely needed. And, I think I get a wee lie-in on Friday.  Certainly more of a lie-in than is involved with a 5:45am alarm.

One more early morning run. 3 miles. Barely seems worth it (yesterday’s 4 miles was quite fun. I saw a tiger).


Monday Blues

So far:

I left my lunch at home.

I got my hair caught in the doors of the tube.

A server collapsed and I missed the departmental meeting.

I have felt anxious about Berlin, the fact that 35% of jobs will be automated by 2035 (thank you Deloitte), the imminent move of various systems into The Cloud, Brownies Holiday, Parents’ meetings, New Leaders, the lack of response from my Team Leader. Moving house, buying fridges and the burglar alarm. Packing things. Putting things on eBay.

I am still feeling anxious about stuff. And, apparently, anxious about feeling anxious (I promise, I will keep eating. I need to be well fuelled for the weekend. Now is not the moment to try and enforce control by controlling food by not eating it).

It looks like I’m going to strike out visiting the Reichstag Dome on the third trip to Berlin running: there’s no pre-booked spots available the entire time we’re there. It’s like the Cumberland Pencil Museum all over again. Three times I’ve been up to the Lake District. Three times I’ve not managed to visit the Pencil Museum, despite declaring that I wanted to on every single trip. Some things simply aren’t meant to be!

Update: apparently, if we sit through a 45 minute lecture at 11am on Tuesday, we can visit the Reichstag Dome. HURRAH!


(That’s me laughing in the face of this adversity. It’s like saying “BOO!” to any goose that one sees while out running).