The Clock Keeps Ticking: Four Weeks Until the Big 10K

I thought that it was about time that I took a break from the A Level panicking posts, and told you about my fundraising. For me, the big deal is that it’s only one week until my 10 inch hair cut. For you however, I’m sure you’re much more interested in hearing the update on the girl who doesn’t run but is about to run 10K.

It’s been a really good week. Of course, it’s only day four, but aside from crippling myself by doing too many sit ups, I’m happy. I only ran 2K on Tuesday because I was feeling ill, but swimming this morning has made me realise how much my fitness has improved. Aside from a minor ‘oh dear my chest hurts and I didn’t bring my inhaler I should just have literally thirty seconds or else this could get worse and end badly’, I swam for a whole thirty minutes straight. I’m really happy. The sit ups have made me feel good, too. Although 10K still seems very far fetched at the minute, I really hope that I’ll get some support from the friend who made me sign up to this run. I think maybe if we get the chance to run together, I might be surprised by what I can actually do. Someone to spur me on and tell me that I’m doing well might just be the thing that gets me over that finish line in four weeks time.

I’ve raised £451 so far. Only £49 from my goal! I’m so happy, and I’m sure that the two amazing charities that ill be supporting with my two events will be very very grateful. To all other fellow race for life runners, I wish you all good luck… And happy fundraising!

Living. Laughing. Loving.

alex122rw

Seventy Days to Go!

This week was a little more successful on the exercise front.

Tuesday, my alarm went off at 5.45am. I got up. I ran. I was slow, and I was ready for school about fourty minutes earlier than I needed to be and spent the whole day wishing I’d spent more time in bed. But oh well, I did it! 2.16K, 16 minutes.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. Yes, that was 5.30am on Thursday, ready for my 6.30am swim. I did fifty lengths in fourty minutes, which I don’t think is too bad going.

Friday I was so tired after the concert, and it was my dads birthday so we had presents to give, that I didn’t make it for a run. I needed the rest anyway, everything hurts! I did go that evening though, and I ran 2.08K in 12mins 41 seconds. I’m happier with that than Tuesday’s attempt!

Saturday I headed off to the gym with the intention to run 7.5K, but I did the full ten, and in 63 minutes 30 seconds. I’m feeling pretty proud of that, and although I know treadmills are far easier than the track, it is certainly a step in the right direction!

Training Begins!

On Sunday, I went to the gym. I came home having done 6K in 42mins (admittedly with a loo break in the middle). The comment from my best friend was ‘At the peak of my fitness, I could run 10K in that time.’ – thank you very much.

On Tuesday, I woke up with the intention to run, rolled over, decided I felt sick, and went back to sleep.

On Thursday, we didn’t swim in the morning because we forgot to plan it. Whoops. I did go to the gym again that night though. This time I did 4K in 25mins. I was nearly sick afterwards.

Yesterday, I went to the gym again. 6K in 38.5 minutes. This even warranted a ‘well done :)’ text from the best friend!

Today, due to being completely rubbish earlier in the week, we went for a 7am swim. 46 lengths in 32 minutes, and then the session ended. That’s not bad, all things considered. Last time I went, a month ago, I did 50 in 37minutes, so at least I’ve not gone backwards!

But I have registered, and I have already got £10 total sponsorship, so that’s £5 for cancer research. In all, we can just about call that achievement, can’t we?

Living. Laughing. Loving.

alex122rw

Just Keep Swmming

Sport hasn’t ever been my thing. I’ve got zero hand eye coordination, I can’t run, I’m not bendy, and I’m asthmatic. There are a lot of things against me. I went to swim school, I did dance lessons for a while as a kid, and until very recently, I loved my horse riding lessons, but that’s about it really. So when you’re embarking on the adventure that is your Gold Duke of Edinburgh Award, if you’re anything like me, you hit a bit of a stump with the ‘physical’ section.

I looked into horse riding, but I’ve only recently stopped, I can’t go back to where I used to go, and the other place nearby doesn’t do things that interest me. I am definitely not the correct person to take up dance. So that’s it then, I’ve got to swim. For six months. It took a bit of working up to, but eventually my best friend offered to go with me, and we set off on the first weekend full of hope.

‘So, eight laps of breaststroke to warm up?’ – I only managed half an hour that week. I got out of the pool hardly breathing, and I very nearly fainted. I swum 33 lengths. That’s when she told me she used to be captain of the county swimming team. I didn’t quite know how I was ever going to do this every week for six months!

This week I’ve just completed week five. I’m still not managing to swim for an hour yet, but I have redeveloped a love of the water. I get out of the pool now, I’m happy and satisfied. This week I swam 40 lengths in that same half an hour, and went on to swim another ten before getting out. That’s fifty lengths in 37 minutes. Talk about improvement!

I have another motivation now. If I can total 12 hours, I’ll have also finished my Chief Guides Challenge for Rangers, something that I desperately want to do before I go to Uni. Over the next nineteen weeks however, I don’t just want to bring my total up to 12 hours, I also want to swim the distance of the channel (that’s 1416 lengths in total). I want to be fitter, I want to be able to swim for longer, and although I can’t predict how many lengths I will be able to swim in one go by the end, I’d like to think that it will be at least 100.

Ill let you know how it goes.

Living. Loving. Laughing.

alex122rw