I forgot to mention in my last post, I’d been mucking around with a running calculator, to get estimated times for different distances. I found it interesting that the pace it said I should be running for long runs is faster than I normally run while the pace I run for shorter ones is slower. That is pretty much what I’d have thought and it’s all mental.
When I set off on a longer run, I think I’ve got so far to go that I can just take it easy… and end up taking it too easy. So today on my run I want to stick to a doable but not too cruisy speed.
When I’m doing shorter distances, I tend to underestimate them in my head so set off full speed then have trouble maintaining it so I want to bring it down a gear.
All up, I guess what it means is that I tend towards two paces – really slow or really fast (well fast for me). I need to play around with finding the paces in between.
Now to answer some questions I’ve been meaning to answer for a while.
Jadey: No news from the slumlords about the rent increase, but then I haven’t seen them since. They are late coming to get their rent money. Who knows what they’ll say when they come over – they might have even forgotten the whole thing.
Chris: Your question about yoga is a hard one. It’s like asking how long is a piece of string! People do yoga for different reasons, and there are so many types of yoga. Personally I like it because it stretches out all my sore, stiff muscles I get from running. Plus I’ve got a limited range of motion and a total lack of flexibility so it helps me with that too.
I’ve been working on this with my physio too. It cracks people up when I say this, but I can’t spread my legs! If I sit on the floor with my legs apart, I can spread them about a metre. My sister laughs at me cos she can spread her legs real good but I tell her that’s because she’s a slut 🙂
Yesterday my son came over for dinner. He told us many funny stories about working at the call centre. The past two years, whenever I asked him about uni, I’d get an ‘it’s okay’ and nothing more so it seems he really likes working. I think it’s been a really good move for him. He’s even planning on spending his pay on grown up stuff like a new bed (even though I only bought his old one about 5 years ago and I told him not to jump on it!) and a new telly.
When I took him home, I raid his apple trees. Since they don’t pick the apples I hate seeing them go to waste (and they are so much more delicious than shop apples because they’ve just grown wild). My sister and I have been watching Angel – I’ve never seen it before despite being a huge Buffy fan – so last night I chopped up a big pot full of apples then stewed them to freeze. I still only got through about half a bag! Still another bag and a half to go.
And, talking of my son, I had an interview at the Children’s Hospital yesterday. I had to wait in the foyer to be collected and watched all the families coming in and out. It made me realised how lucky I am. Growing up, Andrew never had anything more severe than the chicken pox and even that only lasted a few days. He has amazing good health (touch wood) and that’s something you take for granted but really having a sick child, especially one with a serious illness would be the worst thing I could imagine dealing with.