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5 Mar

This weekend was my first major test. My first chance to show how my training was progressing. Really progressing.

The Paris half marathon.

What a weekend.

Me and Chris were up at 4am to get the 7am train to Paris. A mixture of excitement and nerves. Having never been to France before it was very exciting for so many reasons.

How am I so excited at 5.30am??

How am I so excited at 5.30am??

I decided to treat the run as just another training run but the reality was I wanted to run this non-stop, I wanted to pull in a good time and I wanted to feel like I’d won, this was never going to be “just another training run”.

We spent the Friday and Saturday doing some touristy bits and hanging with some of the Crew. Run Dem Crew love was major this weekend. RDC supports you at the best (and worst of times) but it was a whole other level this time. So many words of much-needed advice and love.

Hit up a party on Friday night. I bumped in to the gorgeous presenter, George Lamb.

I met George Lamb! Gorgeousness

I met George Lamb! Gorgeousness

Saturday we hit some of the tourist spots and generally tried to keep our creeping nerves at bay. There was a tension in the air, broken only by the fact that I had forgotten my jogging bottoms so bought some more but they in fact turned out to be mens long johns!! with that front pocket bit for easy access to the crown jewels. #fail!

We were in bed by 9pm on Saturday night, anxious to get enough sleep to leave us ready and refreshed for the morning.

we were up at 6.45 and outside the meeting point for 8.30 for the group photo and final words of support

The crew ready to roll

The crew ready to roll

Earlier that morning I had tweeted one word “nervous” and before we headed off to our “pens”, like lambs to the slaughter house, a few guys pulled me to one side, gave me hugs and whispered words of super encouragement. It really helped. You guys know who you are, so thank you!

So I dunno if French people time is like BMT but the race did not start at 10am. We were in our holding area until almost 11am. The time was passed with warm up exercises to universally annoying songs such as Gangnam Style. We had a ball!

Lots of hand waving

Lots of hand waving

My buddy during our time in the pen

My buddy, Tahirah and I during our time in the pen

Trying to hold back the nerves

Trying to hold back the nerves

And then we were off. The sun was shining and I was ripe and ready. I started with Tahirah and Charlie and as I passed the start line I had a real “oh Sh*t” moment but I was in it now.

I was determined not to start off too fast, but how did I know if too fast was too fast??? I’d soon find out.

We lost Tahirah after a couple of km. So Charlie and I ploughed on. Pushing each other and chatting when the silence got too much. Checking the other was ok. Too fast, let’s slow it down a bit.

I tried to take a couple of photos using the front facing camera on my phone but it didn’t work haha. I just have shots of my nose and the sky.

We hit 10k just after an hour. Doing pretty much 10min miles. We needed the loo. Found one but there was a slight queue, we didn’t to hang on so off we went again. A while down the road we saw a free toilet. We went for it. Watches paused. When it came to my turn, the door wouldn’t close. Charlie protected my modesty whilst I pee’d in the fastest time ever.

Off we went again. A hill. Nothing I hadn’t come across in training but it seemed to come from nowhere. It threw me for a moment but I pushed through. I was tired at the top. we dropped the pace just slightly and then pressed on.

11km, 12km, 13km and on and one, I know around 15km I was feeling very tired. But I just kept thinking at in 3km more I would be seeing my crew. Cheer Dem Squad are a vital part of RDC. Those who aren’t running, coming down to cheer you on and support you like you’ve never been supported before.

As we approached the 18km marker we talked about how much we needed those cheers. 18km was there, where were Cheer Dem!! OMG what if they had left us, but all of a sudden I could hear a mass of people calling my name, ringing cow bells and complete joy. They were here and they were cheering for us! Gun fingers in the air and smiling like lunatics we ran past the crew and it was alright again. Yes! we were so close now, we could do this!

Being given life by the Cheer Dem Crew

Being given life by the Cheer Dem Crew

We are winners!

We are winners!

So on we went. rejuvenated by love. Between 18km and 20km it seemed to really drag. Like, come on now, surely I’ve run far enough.

20km to 21km got really interesting… What’s that in the distance. Balloons!! it must be the finish……NO! Someone had the bright idea to make an arch of balloons about 400m from the finish. So confusing but I’m glad I didn’t do my sprint finish.

100m to the finish and yet more Run Dem Crew cheering us on. Those who had already finished had come back to see us through. And see us through they did. The end was there… Time for the sprint, lets finish strong! and we were off! Booom, across the finish line like a G!

Couldn't have done it without you Charlie

Couldn’t have done it without you Charlie

Check the bling!!!

Check the bling!!!

Did I really just do this? Half a Marathon, like a race. Not for practice with breaks at traffic lights or a little sit down at 10k.  I ran a whole half marathon.

I’ll admit it, I had a little tear up! high fives and hugs with my running partner. I was so lucky to have her!

my watch time was 2hours 17 mins and 58 seconds, the official time (sadly not taking in to account my wee break) was 2 hours, 21mins and 25secs. I’m happy either way!! Very, very happy.

Job not done though, I still had my Chris to see through the finish line. I had to be there to cheer him on and I definitely had to run him through the finish line.

Seeing him approaching in the distance, I have never felt such love or pride for someone. It was clear he was in pain having had issues with his knees for so long but knowing that he went on and did da ting was just amazing. Lesser people would have quit. Not my king!

A couple that runs together....

A couple that runs together….

Never happier!

Job done, I passed the halfway part of the journey, half marathon race under my belt, time to up that mileage and get ready to run this marathon. 6 weeks to go! Lets do this! Thinking back, it was hard, but at no point did I feel like I really couldn’t go on. I’m ready to keep going. It weren’t easy but it was so doable. Training works maaaaan.

You can watch a video of me going through different check points here. See if you can spot my (trademark) pink headband.

That night, we linked up with all the other crews who are part of the Bridge the Gap family, the guys who just like RDC are a movement in their cities. Paris Running Club hosted an epic party for us.

I’ve met some seriously fantastic people. I have to thank Charlie Dark and all the Run Dem Crew for the amazing support. Cheer Dem Crew, including Clare and Araba for super cheering!  And my King for being so, so inspirational. We did it babe.

This weekend will forever stay in my memory.

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Halfway point!

26 Feb

Well, it’s been a while. I had a little blogging break. Had a bit of brain freeze and wasn’t really sure what to put in this space.

First things first, I want to say thank you to everyone who commented and emailed me and checked up on my after my last blog post. It really means a lot too me.

I want you to all know that I’m fine. That post was exactly what this blog is about, me getting my thoughts, fears, happiness, anxiety and realisations out to you all.

My journey is long and hard, it’s about health, weight loss, running and most importantly, succeeding.

Over the past few weeks since my last post I’ve achieved a lot! My fundraising is going epically well. But that’s a separate post for you all.

On Saturday 3rd February, I actually ran half marathon distance. Say whaaaat?

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A small group of us headed out from Blackheath, across the Thames to East London up to Tower Bridge and back down the other side. It was meant to be 12 miles but by the end we just thought, “what the hey” and carried on.

2hours and 26mins later I had done it.

Now, no matter what, I know I can take on Paris and win! There is no doubt.

My times are getting faster. On the 12th February I ran my fastest mile. 9mins 40seconds.
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I honestly couldn’t see myself running under 10min miles. But that night two of my miles were under 10mins and the rest (bar one) were all faster than any previous run.

I cried when I got back to the RDC HQ. it was a tough week. I had fallen out with a friend, I was feeling unwell and that run broke the emotional barrier for me.

Sometimes things happen which make you ask “what’s the point?” I didn’t want to run that night, but I knew it would do me good. And Good it did.

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I haven’t run since then. The little head cold turned into a full blown viral infection. Anti-biotics for an ear, throat and sinus infection. I barely got out of bed for 5 days, the following 7 days after that I had such a sticky cough that walking up stairs killed me.

I had to reach in to my faith pocket that I’d be well this week before Paris and after a successful 4hour Zumba marathon, I can say I feel I’m back on form.

I really missed running but I knew I had to have this week of rest or I just wouldn’t feel healthy.

So here we are at the halfway point of my marathon journey and I feel right on track!

So now me and the mister in are in super excited “Paris here we come” mode. I keep googling the area and looking at the Paris Semi website to see what we need to do, where we pick up our bibs.

Medical certificate signed off (legitly) I am on my way folks!!

Update of the race on Monday or Tuesday next week, pics and all!

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A mild strain…

24 Jan

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This blog is a bit of a moan. I guess. I’ll start my saying I am so grateful and happy to be doing these races. I’m lucky to have my marathon place and appreciate the love everyone has shown me.

The training is going well. I need to work harder to ensure I am getting in the weekly long run but overall I am doing fine J.

What I didn’t anticipate is the strain it would have on my body and social life.

I am someone who really suffers when my mind and body is under stress. I get run down, glandular and can get quite ill. I take medicine for it when it crops up. But over the past few weeks its been cropping up a lot.
I wake up feeling fluish and groggy and it goes from there. Pushing through it isn’t really an option. Taking anti inflammatory medicine and rest is how to combat it. But I can’t really rest. I’m on such a tight schedule that taking 3 -4 days out to recover ain’t an option.

Woken up this morning with a very sore throat and blocked nose. Bringing out the herbal teas lol. This, I can feel is just a cold and it’s not going to stop me!! Not at all but for the other symptoms I need to sort it out. Trip to the doctors I think.

I do wonder how those of you who are seasoned in training for the bigger races cope though. What happens when you’re stuck down by a nasty cold or a sticky eye?

I’ve got a sweat rash behind my ear and on my cheek. So itchy and sore.

I’ve got a flare up of eczema behind my knees!! Are these all common runners ailments?

I need to buy a knee support as I’m finding when I’m not running my knee is quite sore. It gets a pain through it when I bend it or sometimes take stairs. Recommendations on good knee support?

So my body is taking a battering but so is my social life. My training plan means that along side weightwatchers My only free weekday evenings are Thursdays and Fridays. Thursdays I see Chris and come Friday I’m so tired I just want to sleep.
Everything is scheduled around running. Making sure I don’t make any Saturday plans until late in the day in order to complete my long run and Sunday’s its game over as I try to do some real rest and get my washing done.

I knew there would be a sacrifice but its tougher than I thought. I had my first booze craving on Tuesday night. Having a good catch up with my housemate who I hadn’t seen properly in over a week and could have really done with a nice, cold glass of Sauvignon Blanc. *sigh* This is the journey I chose.

It’s not all bad though. I am improving and seeing these improvements. Mondays RDC West session was epic. We ran about 9km in circuits around an icy Paddington Rec. I ran with people who pushed me and supported me and I could see I was faster. I think my average pace is about 6 and a half minute km. It used to be 6.50

I will admit I have been scared to test myself in a faster paced group for fear of failure, but when I realised I wasn’t even breaking a sweat in slow hares, I knew it was time to pick it up. Come out of the comfort zone and start to make it count. So at RDC on Tuesday, I led fast hares and ran our fastest km in 5mins 57seconds. Running with fast hares did challenge me but not as much as I expected, but it was a work out. And I felt it after. The group were great and everyone supported each other. We ran just over 8km and we ran it strong.

I always feel so proud to lead the groups as everyone pushes for their best, we work together so well as part of a team and the conversations you have with others constantly lift you. It’s the best feeling! I’m going to work hard over the coming weeks and my goal is to be in greyhounds by the time VLM comes around. Yes!

The strain on my tear ducts has also been intense. I never dreamt that the amount of running I’m doing and the reasons for doing it would cause such an emotional upheaval in me.
I have a good run, I cry.
Someone sponsors me, I cry.
Someone says something nice to me, I cry.

Most of the days I am on the verge of tears. Always happy tears mind you. It must be the enormity of what I will achieve, for myself, for the charity. Perhaps I underestimated how much this really means to me. I’m welling up now as I think about it.

I need to put a lid on it but I don’t know how. So if you see me crying don’t be alarmed just know that I’m in a very emotional place and I’m extremely happy.

Weight wise, my birthday celebrations went well. I put on half a lb last week after all the cake but knocked it off again this week. So back to 15st on the button.

Let’s hope come Wednesday I’ll be under. That would be superb!

I bought my first pair of size 14 jeans. the last time I wore a size 14 in trousers was least 2007. Probably before. So this is a big thing for me. Go team.

Now I’m going to plug my event.

It’s the 2nd of February at Rocket Bar and Restaurant in Canary Wharf.

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7pm. £10entry. Cocktail making and fun times.

Plus an excellent raffle!

Please come and support or you can also sponsor me online via: http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/Leeleegraham

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Oh this is my friend Krystal who has been running with me a lunch times. She is amazing! More about her another time!

Bye Bye 2012, Hello 2013.

2 Jan

Wow. What a difference a year can make.

2nd of January 2012 I was upset and fed up. I felt angry and disappointed that I had allowed myself to become so unhealthy and fat. I was 18stone 3lbs.

I’d just spent almost two weeks eating and drinking myself in to a state of pure glutton.

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I decided to take action… I joined weightwatchers, I took up running and I set goals.

It’s been really, really hard. I’ve cried, I’ve had temper tantrums, I’ve been lazy, I’ve put on weight and I’ve eaten more pizza than I should have.

I’ve also laughed, bought clothes 4 sizes smaller than the size 20 trousers I was wearing a year ago, I’ve run 10k races, I’ve run over 10miles in one sitting, can feel bones that have been hidden for years. I’ve challenged myself and I have won!!!

People have not recognised me. People have been stunned my the change in me, not only have I lost weight and gained health, I’m so much more happier with life.

This New Year’s Eve, people who last saw me a year ago at my biggest stopped me and told me what an amazing change. I lost count of the people who looked totally shocked when they saw me. Is that the same girl? Yes darling, it’s me. People actually stopped me to say “wow”. My ego has been well and truly stroked, but it has also shown me that I can not go back to that again. I don’t want to be the “big girl” any more.

It’s very strange though. My face has changed a lot. There are times when I don’t recognise myself in the mirror. It’s still my face but the puffy roundness has gone. My cheeks and jaw line seem to have changed slightly. Maybe that’s my imagination.

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I couldn’t have done this with out the masses of support I have received from my friends, family and those reading this, my tweets and supporting me.
I want to shout out so many names but I’ll be here all day, so I’ll do those who with out a single shadow of a doubt I would, no scrap that, COULD not have done this with out.

Chris, Charlene A, Rochelle, Saz, The Sue, Papa G, C-Hoolz, Angel, Jane, Sabrina and so many more.

A big thank you to all of you who have shared the past year with me.

So, what now…?

· I keep going. Marathon/Half marathon training is in full effect. I have my plan and it’s time to get serious. I want to finish the marathon in under 5 hours. Erm, actually, I just want to finish it haha.

· I want to be the fittest I’ve ever been

· I want to hit my goal weight.

Tonight was my first weigh in of the year.
At my last weigh in I was 15st 3.5lbs.

Over Christmas I decided that I would allow myself from the 22nd to the 26th to eat what I wanted. With out being a total pig but to not stress about what was going in my mouth and to enjoy it.

I weighed on the 26th and was at 15stone 6lbs. Not the end of the world.
Where I am now is my new starting point for the year.

This is day one!

And on the 2nd of January 2013, I weigh back at 15stone 3.5lbs

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So let’s go, I’ve just finished one amazing year, I cant wait to get started on the second.

Thank you so much to all of you who have read my blog, who have commented, who have inspired me and have never let me give up. It’s amazing to have you by my side going forward…

Merry Christmas! Yay

24 Dec

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My plan is to full enjoy the next two days. I won’t be going mad but I will be enjoying myself and so should all of you.

See you in a couple of days for my review of the year.

Xxxx

The Run Dem Crew Gunfinger 10k

16 Dec

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I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I seem to be freely giving up my time to run.

Something’s changed inside. I hope it lasts because I’m going to need this to pull me through marathon training, but currently I’m actually enjoying giving up my time to run.

I’ve gone from want to sleep all day on a Saturday and Sunday to having my alarm set at 7am to be ready to run nice and early. Wonders never cease.

My most recent early rising was the the first official, unofficial run dem crew 10k.

A point to point race covering 6ish miles across the city of Landan town.

Ensuring I did as I said I would and actually turned up, I arranged to meet a fellow RDC west friend before the race and we said we would run together. Motivation and all that. Which led me to being at Old street at 9am on a Saturday morning.

The start point was Shutter bug, just off Rivington Place in shoreditch.

Even though this was a race I decided that thinking of it as a race would put a lot of pressure on me so I approached it like a normal Monday or Tuesday run, I was going to have fun.

I was aware that I was likely to be one of the last in. So a small group of us got together and hit the start line.

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The starting horn/whistle/I dunno went off and we were off.

The whole group started very fast.

One thing I’ve learnt recently is that if I start too fast then I’m doomed. So I tried to slow it down a little but it wasn’t happening. No time to moan though, just run init.

We hit check point after check point. Macdonalds Liverpool street, the millennium bridge, Waterloo skate park, Fabric night club, look mum no hands – a bike shop, and finally a sculpture called the button near shoreditch.

Knowing we were the last group to hit the check points we stopped and grabbed a picture at every point. Why not ay?

It was tiring. I was running faster than usual for this distance but I could do it, nothing hurt, or ached I was just out of breath. Keep it going Leeanne.

I had a slight guilt that I was slowing my group up but that went very quickly, they weren’t miles ahead of me at anytime, we were all running the same pace and I had constant support and encouragement for Lyric L and Ash. Thanks ladies.

After we reached the Button it was a sprintable distance to the finish line.

Lets push it we all said. My energy reserves were low but I pushed, I saw them zooming off ahead of me. I “sprinted” as fast as I could but man it was hard. As I came upon Rivington Place it seemed to be snowing. That was a but surreal.

I turned the corner and heard cheers! I was last but there, before the finish line was Lyric L waiting for me. She ran with me across the finish line. What a friend. I’ll never forget that.

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Last in, but first place in my head.

We did 5.91miles in 1hour, so faster than I’ve done before. Happy leelee.

The atmosphere after was of such triumph. I did have a little cry when no one could see.

Not only that, as I keep on finding out, it’s not how fast you go, but how you cross the finish line. I crossed with gunfingers blazing.

I finished the morning with a fantastic crepe and peppermint tea care of Shutterbug. Do pop in if you’re in the area. It’s right by Cargo.

And I got a medal. I win! Haha

Thank you Charlie Dark and the Run Dem Crew. Keep on pushing me!

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December

8 Dec

Yo!

Here we are in December, almost a year since I restarted my weightloss journey.

I’m not going into all the amazing achievements I’ve had this year. That’ll be a new year blog post.

Today’s post is a quick update really and some pics haha yay.

After my terrible run a couple of weeks ago I feel I’ve come back even bigger and better.

I’m seeing my running improvements every single time I hit the road.

Running at work at lunch time I’ve found myself doing over 3miles each time and in less than the 3mins I give myself to get it done.

I’ve gone from feeling like I’m a 11/12min mile girl to pulling in the miles in under 10mins.

This, coupled with feeling like I’m not really pushing myself hard enough on my Monday and Tuesday runs has led me to decide to go up a group on Tuesdays. So as of this Tuesday I’m going to try the Fast Hares group. Push push push.

For the Monday runs defo time to try and push up the pace too but as we don’t tend to run in defined groups it will be about me pushing to keep up with those ahead of me.

This morning I pushed. I’ve never ever run further than 10k. Even though I know I can go further, I never do. Well this week I thought “no more” no more will I feel fear as I reach that 10k mark. I won’t stop. I’ll keep going.

So I planned to wake up early and do my home to London bridge run, this time with a difference. I’m gonna run back!!!! Whaaaaat? That’s right, run back again.

I really wanted someone to run with because I didn’t trust myself to actually run back. But alas people have lives and I don’t have a pack of people who are at my beck and call. So I set of a 9.30am on the dot and hit the roads.

My plan was to not tire myself out and to take it nice and slow. Harder than you think. I’ve gotten used to starting at a certain pace so going slower was really hard.

One shop stop for some skittles, loo break and a quick run by the river I reach the big L Bridge.

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Self taken shot at the big boat and then I was off on my way back again. I did have a quick thought of “lemme just jump on the train back”. But since I’d told the whole of twitter I was doing this run I couldn’t let my people down. I actually picked up the pace slightly. I wasn’t tired at all. But for me this was all about getting it in.

The run to L.Bridge wasn’t hard and neither was the journey back but by the time I got to deptford I was really feeling it. I didn’t walk any of the journey but took a little pitstop and when I started again my legs felt sooooo heavy. But knowing I was so close to home, onwards I went. I had no choice, no direct bus to home meant I had to move anyway.

I made it back into lewisham. 10.81miles, 2hours2mins later and the run was done.

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I can do it. I can put in serious distance.

I’m a winner! Whoop.

I had energy left so I’m sure that I can do the full half marathon distance.

Roll on March.

There is this 80milemonth challenge going on at the moment. Created over at the spikes and heels blog (found here). The idea is that you clock up 80running miles over the month of December. Sounds impossible right? I’m giving it a go anyway.

I’ve clocked up 20miles since the beginning of the month.

It will be a great way to keep me on track during the festive period, since I’ve already started on the quality streets at work.

I put on 1.5lbs this week. Back up to 15st4lbs. Oops.
I expected it to be honest, but it would be nice to be under 15st by the new year so no time to slack really.

Here are some funny pics.

See ya later 🙂

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Hill Running

26 Nov

This post isn’t about actual hill running but the mental hill running.

This evening I have done I think my hardest run ever, mentally.

I love going out with RDC West on a Monday. It’s now part of my routine.

5.30 comes and the BF texts me to ask if I’m running and I find I’m feeling a bit “meh” about it all.
Raining, I’m tired after smacking an actual hill run on Sunday and generally feeling a bit lazy.

He tells me to “do da damn ting” and I think of course he’s right.

Head over to Paddington Rec and my excitement starts to build.

Get there and I can tell right away it’s going to be a small group.

We were only 14 today. I think the weather kept people away.

My heart sank when I saw the ladies I usually run with weren’t there and I was surrounded by the runners who are all a lot faster than me.

Speed ain’t everything but when you are only as fast as your slowest runner, who is me, then it can be a bit anti climatic.

The route was simple enough and we set off on a “gentle jog” and my heart sank even further, I was already behind and we hadn’t even begun. It felt like they raced away with out me.

I probably ran my fastest mile this evening in about 10mins but already in those first 10mins, as I couldn’t see through my glasses and the crew were 50m in front of me I felt a lump grow in my throat. I felt utterly useless.

After a mile we split into two groups the faster group and the slower group and the amazing Ellie really kept me going from here on out. She talked to me the whole time. She encouraged me and made me know that I could do this. Her upbeatness never wavered. She spoke when I couldn’t. We pushed forward still at a faster speed than I was used to but she made me believe.

We took a break at chalk farm station and I felt a bit more positive. Then went on towards Camden and my mood plummeted again. I just felt so slow.

Once again I was way behind and it was a real struggle.

Eventually it was just Ellie and I pounding the roads as the rest ran on.

We took a little detour as we missed our turning and came in back to paddington with a total mileage of 6.2m.

I never doubted I could do the distance but my head just wasn’t there. Not at all.

I’ve never felt like this before. I cried when we got back to base, I cried on the tube home, I cried when I saw my housemate who greeted me with hugs and I’m crying now.

I think it’s bed time but before I go I have to send soooo much love to Ellie who really pushed me through today. She didn’t let me give up and I’m so grateful. Thank you Ellie and I know tomorrow and next week will be better.

Thanks to the rest of the crew who greeted me with hugs and cheers of well dones. It wasn’t easy knowing that they all knew how much I struggled today but they still told me well done.

Thanks guys. Thanks to Sanchia who gave me such a great hug at the end and some really kind words

And thank you to me for not giving up.

Today in my mind was one giant hill and i just don’t feel i made it to the top and over the other side. I was running but I didn’t get anywhere. It was painful.

It’s bedtime now and i need to get over it ready for tomorrow when I do it all over again with Run Dem Crew East.

Aside

Proudness!!!

21 Nov

Look at this, another post and only a week to wait this time. I know, I spoil you all.

This week I am feeling proudness, (I dunno if that’s even a word to be honest, but it’s how I’m feeling).

Coming out of one’s comfort zone is never easy and a lot of people don’t know it has taken me many, many years to over come my shy side, 98% of people who know me now have never even seen that shy side. The person who would walk in to a room and be crippled with fear to even talk to any one, let along be a leader.

Over the years I’ve taken massive steps to over come this. When I left school I went to a college where none of my school friends went in order to force myself to meet new people.

I saw a life coach, I went on a confidence and assertiveness course.

I’ve worked really hard to put that shy, scared person away. I do jobs which require me to deal with people. I love people, but I often worry what they think of me, I’m too tall, they’re going to call me a giant. I won’t have anything worth saying. etc, etc, etc. I’m sure you have all been there.

But yes, the point of this is, on Tuesday evening, my second week of Run Dem Crew. Head Honcho, Daddy Dark, asked me if I know the way to the Emirates and will I lead my group. I froze and 6billion thoughts go through my head in the space of about 30 seconds.

I even did that thing when you don’t actually believe someone is talking to you and go “who me?” ha ha

Then I just put all of that aside and said yes.

so yeah, 10 minutes later, I’m leading a group of 6 amazing ladies on the mean streets of London. Man, I was poohing my panties lol.

We did 5 miles. We didn’t quite make it to the Stadium; we ran a pace that was comfortable for us, got back in good time and most of all, had fun.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, I feel proud of me.

I’m so grateful I was given that opportunity. Well and truly out of my comfort zone but loving it.

Me and the RDC ladies

I’m also proud of the way I gave it my all at Run Dem Crew West on Monday. We did track. I don’t even think I think I did track at school, so for me this was virgin territory. 10x 100m at 60%, 5 x 200m at 60% then the last 50m full pelt and finally 4 x 400 metres at 60% then the last 100m at full pelt.

I actually, almost vomited. That shizz was hard. But for me, I knew that I had to at least try my best. How am I ever going to do a half marathon unless I push myself. I know I’m a plodder and I really need to step out of my comfort zone and push hard. Push hard I did.

I think this pic says it all!

that’s me!

I wasn’t expecting too much at weigh in this week. It’s that time all ladies hate and after all the free cheese and booze  samples at the Ideal home show – Xmas edition I was going to be grateful to stay the same. Amazingly I dropped another 1lb and a half.

Roll on the tears. I not only smashed my 15%. That’s right, I have lost over 15% of my totally body weight, I have finally hit that 3 stone marker.

One massive hurdle overcome

Most of you know that the past few months have been really hard for me and I wanted to be at this point two months ago. 11months later, 3 stone down and it feels great. I’m welling up as I write this.

I don’t think anyone can know how I feel at this part of my journey. I know people have done the same before me and people will do the same after, but no one else is me and I am not them.

11 months ago I couldn’t imagine that I would be 3 stone lighter.

So yay me, but the hard work isn’t over. To get to the top of a healthy weight range according to my BMI I need to be 12st12lbs. Yes I know I’m very tall and very curvy and all that. I am talking medically here.

My next goal is to get to my 20%. 14.9lbs. I’d love to get there for my year anniversary of being back on track, 2nd Janaury 2013.  From there I’ll look at my 25% and so on.

I still feel overweight and until I feel comfortable I will continue to get the weight down.  and that’s the main thing, how I feel.

Paris and running will keep me motivated. As will all my inspirational and supportive friends.

I ain’t done yet peoples. Proudness won’t let me finish yet.

Big loves

LeeLee

The Highs, the lows, the rough and the smooth.

14 Nov

Almost 3 months since my last post. Three months.

So much has happened.

But mainly I’ve been seriously fed up.

Lets do this high and low/rough and smooth at a time.

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Started a new job in October. I’m now PA to the CEO of the leading third sector organisation and I’m also their office manager. It’s an amazing role and I’ve been there just about a month now. Only downside is the free food every afternoon. Temptation at its finest.

Pluses – more relaxed atmosphere, progression a great team. So many up parts.

Today I did a lunch time run with my long, lost school/teenage friend who happens to work in building next to mine. We did a nice 3km up the canal and back again.

Having the flexibility to do that is fab.

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I’ve lost pretty much no weight.

I still haven’t reached my 3stone. I’m 1lb off my 3stone since 2nd Jan goal. What the poop. I lose a lb, I gain half, I stay the same, then I lose two, then gain one. It feel’s never ending. Every time I get close it disappears. It doesn’t really matter what I do week on week. My results don’t corroborate with any work I have or haven’t put in.

Part of the reason I haven’t blogged is because so many of you will tell me to switch it up. I do! I really do.

And yes, I love all the feedback and advice you give me but switching it up ain’t working. Or maybe it is but more later on that.

The pic is my weight chart for the past however many weeks. What’s also disheartening is all my measurements have stayed the same. Although again, there may be change on the horizon

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I signed up for the Paris half marathon in March 2013. Very exciting. Never been to Paris, never run more that just over 10km. It’s gonna be fun. Training has begun. And I can’t wait to build my distance. I hope to update ya with lots of training updates.

The amazing Angel who has featured in my blog before is training for the 2013 London Marathon and has started getting a group of us together each week to run various distances. It’s hard but worth it. Always encouraging and gently pushing. Thanks Angel (NMRK).

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I’ve decided not to continue with the Spartan Fam. I enjoyed the sessions and met some fab people but training in the mud in winter is not for me. I like warm, dry and mudlessnesxs. But have learnt lots of techniques that I’ll continue to use in my training.

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I really feel like a part of Run Dem Crew West. Man, I love those guys. And as part of my marathon training I am committing to running with them every Monday. They push, encourage, reward and are a thoroughly amazin bunch of people.

The pic is of me (obvs) and RDCWest founder, leader and all round cool guy, Cory (@bitbeefy).

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I also decided to pitch and join RDCWest’s big brother, Run Dem Crew. Operating out of 1948 in shoreditch. Around 100 runners take over London on Tuesday evenings and do the ting.
Warmly welcomed, I was nervous at my first session this week but in true RDC style was welcomed more than warmly. Supported on my run across various city bridges even with my extreme stitch that I just can’t shift. I loved every second.

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New job equals new clothes. My size 12 dress! What whaaaat! See pic init.
I also got a size 14 in another dress which is a bit too big.

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It was whilst wearing this dress and on the way to RDCwest that I met this fine specimen of a man, Mr David Haye. Yum.

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Still can’t fit in to size 14 trousers. Annoying

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I put on 3lbs last week. The most I’d put on in one week for a very long time. I crie and actually at that point had really had enough.

I’m very tired of tracking and watching what I eat. Please someone allow me to binge and be fit. Not gonna happen is it ??

I got Chinese n my way home. Vermercilli noodles and salt &pepper prawns. I tried to hide the rubbish. It’s an illness I swear. (Lies)

But on to my next smooth

I lost that 3lb this week. And I’ve lost an inch on my waist. It’s currently a 30inches. It feels good.

My week in exercise went like this.

Friday MMA class
Saturday diva dance and street dance classes
Monday 9km with RDC west
Tuesday 9km with RDC
Wednesday 3km run with Krystal

Tomorrow, Thursday will be a rest day. I’m going to the ideal home show. Boom. Lets hope I don’t buy too much crap.

Right, I’m out!

Big loves, share and comment xxxxx

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