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Review: Oppo sugar free luxury icecream

18 Aug

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I love ice cream. I like nothing better than sitting and munching my way through a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. All of it. It’s a contributing factor to my weight.
Being sugar free means no icecream. Sugar is what helps ice cream form. It’s a key component, but I’ve come to realise there is a yummy alternative to pretty much everything I’ve cut out, be it home made or shop brought.

I can’t remember if someone recommended Oppo to me or if I came across it on the interwebs. Either way, when I saw it in my local Holland and Barratt I had to give it a go. With no refined sugars and only natural ingredients, it ticked all the boxes.

It came in on the pricier side of £5.99 for 500ml but what the hey, I wanted it and what Leeanne wants, Leeanne gets.

A little bit of reading about Oppo told me that it founders came up with the idea after a trip where they survived on the fruits of a country they were trekking and realised how good living off the fat of the land could be.

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I wasn’t sure what to expect from this Salted Caramel with Lucuma (what even is that anyway?). The ‘gold of the Incas’ apparently. A fruit loaded with goodness that has a sweet, yet salty caramel taste. Those Incas knew tasty when they came across it.

I was so excited to taste the ice cream I grabbed a spoon as soon as I got home.
My mouth is watering as I write this. Slightly soft from the journey home I went to my happy place as I tried the first mouthful. So creamy with fab hints of caramel. Rich and full of flavour, sweet but not over sweet and it tasted real. It didn’t taste like a weird frozen yogurt substitute for ice cream, it tastes like real ice cream. Blindfold me and I’d think I was eating a Häagen daaz or Carte d’or.

It took all my might to only have a few spoonfuls.

I was super impressed with the nutrional info for the icecream. Taken from the website:

Salted Caramel with Lucuma
Energy (Kcal): 77.3
Fat (g): 3.8
of which saturates(g): 2.8
Carbohydrate (g): 7.6
of which sugars (g): 6.7
Protein (g): 3.2 Sodium (g) 0.1

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Nice. And definitely guilt free.

It’s a very happy treat for me and I’ve been very good at not scoffing the entire tub. I’m defo going to keep an eye out for other flavours and this may just be my regular payday sweet treat.

Well done to the makers of Oppo. What a winner!

You can find Oppo at Holland and Barratt, Waitrose, Ocado and Whole Foods.

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Let her eat cake

17 Aug

One of the things I’ve missed during my sugar free period is cake! I love a good cake. Sponge, icing, butter cream, jam. All of it.

Whenever there is a celebration, there is cake, it’s social, it brings people together and people think you’re weird when you say “no thanks”.

Over the weekend I headed off to a family celebration and there was going to be a cake baked by my cousin. I asked if she could do a sugar free one (only half joking) and she laughed in my face (over Facebook messenger) :-(.

I know a few people in the family are trying to eat less sugar and I couldn’t have all of us missing out so I decided to bake my own sugar free cake.

I AM NOT A BAKER. Let’s make that clear. I have people who make cakes for me when need be. I do not make the cakes. But in a bid to be independent I went for it.

I found a recipe for lemon drizzle on BBC Good Food and thought it looked good. Made some additions and adaptations and voila.

My adaptations were to swap sunflower oil for coconut oil and I didn’t use any milk. I used Yeo Valley natural yogurt (not fat free) and I also used stevia instead of xylitol.

I added raisins also some mixed seeds, because why not.

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I must admit I was quite impressed. I’m not a massive fan of stevia. I don’t like that after taste but I didn’t notice it in the cake.

It rose quite a lot in the oven but sunk soon after.

It definitely passed the taste test with everyone at my nans giving it a go and all of us being pleasantly surprised at how yummy it was.

It came out very brown though and looked more like a malt loaf than a cake but that’s not really a complaint.

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As of today I have only a teeny square left which might be my little treat this evening.

I’d definitely make this cake again. It was quickish and very easy to make and really satisfied my need for cake. Yay!

P.s. I also discovered ready salted hula hoops are sugar free too. Another win!

Sugar Addiction

13 Aug

So six weeks ago I gave up sugar. It came off the back of a usual binge where I’d bought a £1 giant bar of chocolate, sweet and salty popcorn and a loaf of soreen.  I ate the popcorn and chocolate right away and decided to save the soreen for after dinner as a little treat (lolz).

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By the time I’d eaten dinner I knew I had to stop. As I said in my previous post I’m getting married and when I went wedding dress shopping I found my dress but there was a possibility I’d have to buy it in a plus size. That would be an extra £400. Why, knowing all this, was I still eating in such a shocking way?

Sometimes you just reach that point where enough is enough.

I didn’t think about it or plan it. I just went straight cold turkey. No provisions or replacements I just had to quit my crack habit right there and then.

So although in my head and heart I was ready, I hadn’t been prepared for the effects of 30.5 years of sugar leaving my body. I hadn’t expected the cravings, the headaches or mood swings. 

After a day or two someone brought Krispy Kreme donuts into the office. There were actual tears in my eyes, but I held fast. I wanted one so badly, I felt sick.

I didn’t have one and im pretty proud of my will power. As much as it felt like it actually hurt me to say no, I think even after just a couple of days I knew I could do this. Donut-gate aside, I felt pretty good those first few days.

I stocked up on some goods which I’ll list at the end, and created a sugar free living pinterest board. There was no reason I couldn’t have goodies. They just needed to be refined sugar free. I was allowing myself honey and agave nectar at first, but I’ve mostly phased that out. Unless something is super bland then I’m not adding it.

At the one week mark, things went downhill. I had two to three days of intense headaches. I’m not a headache person so I knew this was a result of cutting out the nasty sugar. I was so grumpy, like PMS but worse. I couldn’t concentrate and I was mean. It was rough but then came the calm.

As the sugar left my system the cravings stopped. This is no longer a willpower jobby. I actually don’t want chocolate and crap. No biscuits,  no crisps, no juice.  Nothing.

I tell you what, it’s a revelation. I grew up putting tablespoons of sugar on my cereal or in my hot chocolate. Cream on everything. Cake and cheesecake and whole trifles.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I now dislike this stuff. I just don’t NEED it any more and I don’t really want it as much.

My snacks have been nuts and fruit. Hummus and olives. Nak’d bars save me if I’m caught out. I’ve been making peanut protein balls (recipes to follow), sugar free cocoa and coconut brownies, savoury homemade popcorn, gorgeous chia seed puddings. So I’m getting sweetness in just without the crack habit. 

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My homemade sugar free brownie

I’ve also given up booze. I miss Gin.  Need to check if it’s sugar free. (Checked and Gin with soda water and lemon is in)

Things I miss:
Ice cream. It’s summer and I want cold, creamy and refreshing. But I’ve been give  some faux ice cream recipes which I’ll try and let you know about.

Cake: cos everyone loves cake, but again I’ve got some recipes to try.

Slips ups:
Any slip ups have been intentional. A friend had a birthday dinner at an all you can eat buffet and I just thought “well I’m not gonna be able to avoid it here so I’m going all in”. Man it was good. Until the end, when I was so high off sugar that I thought I was going to die. Literally buzzing. A headache like I’d been drinking all night. I was hyper. And I felt so sick I thought I was going to vomit. Was fine the next up day but it was a reminder how bad all this stuff is.

We also had a family lunch and my dad bought a bottle of champagne as a  celebration. I got very tipsy very quickly on just a glass.

I have to be realistic.  There are going to be times where it’s going to be impossible to not have sugars but I’m pretty confident that these will be far and few between and I can control my portions and the amount I’m consuming. And on a hot day I might just want a cocktail or an ice lolly. I’m only human.

Lots of people have been asking me about going sugar free. I’m no expert, I know pretty much nothing but can offer whats worked for me, sharing recipes and support. To that end, I recently started a Whats App group where a group of us are working together to crack our sugar addictions and get a bit fitter. With a challenge to be sugar free by the end of August.

I think I’ll run the challenge monthly.

Look out for tidbits from the group. I’ll be posting my snack recipes as well because some of this stuff is so damn tasty.

Zero Appetite

4 Aug

“The thing is YOU have to want it. YOU have to be hungry for the amazing benefits leading a healthy and active lifestyle has to offer!”

I’ve been getting some great motivational support from the write of the blog “This Woman’s Word“, encouragement and advice when I’ve spoken to her about my lack of game recently.

Last night she sent me a link to one of her posts containing the above quote.

The whole post was outstanding but that line hit me in the face like a brick. I’ve lost my appetite and desire to become a better me, it all feels like a chore, like I’m forcing myself and like I’m living a lie.

I don’t want to be like I was before, but my hunger to be the best I can has dissipated. Why? Laziness, complacency? I don’t really know.

I do know that I do not want to be where I was 18months ago and that if I’m not careful I’ll be back there by the end of the year.

So some small, SMART goals have been set. I’ll see how it goes, I’m hoping once I start the appetite will come back and once I see progress again, I’ll be starving for more.

You can read the full blog post here.

Thanks Danielle.

What do you do…

31 Jul

When you’re training for a marathon but have absolutely no inclination to run?

Run anyway? Lets see if I can pull in 10miles from work to home this evening.

Was talking to a friend on twitter yesterday about lack of focus. The conclusion was reached that we need a military style commando to kick us up the bum. Any takers?

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Bonjour!

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.

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!

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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