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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!

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Guest Post – Team Last Year I’m Fat

5 Aug

A close friend of mine wrote this lovely piece for me on her weightloss journey. She continues to inspire me and help me daily. Enjoy.

I wasn’t always fat, but I’ve always loved food. That change came about when I got pregnant. Every time someone saw me they fed me, they piled it on, lovingly, they watched while I fed the life inside of me and my ever growing self. I didn’t notice and before you knew it I had put on five and a half stone. That’s a lot of weight but I felt no urgency, no one said anything, I was still beautiful, I was tall and everyone said how well I looked. I think they lied to me you know.

Some of the weight came off, but not all of it, I tried all the diets but I never again got back to my pre-pregnancy weight, I still haven’t. I had another baby but was more careful that time and only put on 1 stone. I was still fat though.

My husband left I put on more weigh though the stress and the heartache, some people lose weight when they are heartbroken but not me. I eat and eat to fill the hole of loss.

A year after he left I had to give up the car and an amazing thing happened. I started to lose weight without even thinking about it, by this time my eating had become more normal. I walked everywhere and still do. If I don’t have the kids and I have the time I walk – whether it’s one mile or six.

In 8 months I lost four stone. From doing nothing but walking my arse off. People didn’t recognise me, I felt really good about myself. I think for the first time in a long time I really was feeling myself, I was more than a mum and wife I was Sabrina. Something so small can make such a difference, I realised that my husband leaving was probably one of the best things that had ever happened to me and I started doing things that made me happy like going natural, being vegetarian, wearing clothes I liked, I am the person I want to be now.

Like an addiction losing weight is something you can only do when you and your body is ready, it’s even harder because we all need food to live, it’s not like alcohol where you can say “I know it’s bad for me so I’m going to give it up COMPLETELY”. The fight to control your urge to over eat is a daily struggle. Three times a day I have to decide I’m not going to eat my children’s left overs, or I’m not going to eat the last 2 biscuits and choose to eat something healthy, rather than something quick. The hardest thing of all is keeping it off.

So it’s been two years since I lost that weight, I’ve only put back on one stone, I could be despondent about that but I’m happy with that achievement I could have put it all back on, now I’m on a path to lose that and lose one more, 28lb, by the end of the year. That is more than doable.

I choose to be kind to myself about this, I work out, I just did the 5k race for life, I work, I look after my kids and this is not a race, but I really would like this to be the last year I’m fat.

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Are The Numbers Important?

3 Aug
So from Wednesday’s post you can see that I’ve worked quite hard this week.
 
Running, cycling, training and eating much better.
To break it down a bit more, Sunday I trained with the Spartan Family. Monday I ran with the Run Dem Crew West, Wednesday I cycled 8.5k.
I also  cut out a lot of my weightwatchers snacks for fruit during the day.
 
So now we’re at Thursday and I wake up and think today is going to be a good day, then as I walk to the kitchen I spot the scales… I think to myself “I wonder how well I have done” Step on and BOOM 1lb ON! what the frick? How can I have put a lb on and this is when I’m starkers. It just put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
 
I know I shouldn’t have weighed myself but I’m glad I found out before the meeting as I had the day to prepare. At the meeting I told my leader what had happened and knowing a whole 10 hours had passed I told her I didn’t want to know what the final number was. So I have no idea how much I officially put on but I am so, so disappointed.
 
I can’t let it affect the week ahead though. I will stick with it. Train and track, train and track. It’s the way forward. Also, I did lose about an inch from hip and waist so I guess that’s something, but from a discussion with my leader, I don’t think it is possible to hit my goal of being under 15stone by the end of August
 
This had me so down that I forgot how far I have come and how much work I put in this week which although didn’t show up on the scales, must have done my fitness some major good. By its very nature with weightwatchers its all about the numbers and seeing the smaller numbers each week. Counting down to the ultimate goal weight and whilst I do need to get to that weight (12.7stone) surely after week like the one I have had I should take heart from the fact that I pushed my body this week. I came right out of my comfort zones and I went for it. Are the numbers really important or is it more about the benefits from putting my all in? I don’t fully know at the moment but I suspect its a mixture of the two. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
 
But moving on. Let me tell you about my bike ride. Ooooh I feel so proud of myself.
 
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Picked up the bike, put on new lights and oiled the chain etc. Then rode 8.5km from Brixton to Lewisham. So glad I picked up the gel cushioned seat cover otherwise that little ride would have really bruised my poor toosh. Took me 45 mins, with a little break halfway through. I used RunKeeper to track the journey, but paused it on my stop and forgot to restart it until I was almost home so it only registered 6.5km of the ride. Oh well. I was quite nervous about riding on the roads so I had printed off a map which would have used quite roads and backstreets, but it was so confusing I decided to go the way I would have driven. It took me thought Camberwell, Peckham and New Cross, then Deptford in to Lewisham. The hardest part as always was Belmont hill. That was probably the slowest part of my journey. I did it though. Happy days I tell ya.
 
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Thighs felt quite sore on Thursday but the good kind of sore. I just need to learn how to use the gears. I don’t understand them.
 
I am going to cycle my 10k running route this weekend. Up through Kidbrook, Blackheath and in to Lewisham via Deptford again. If anyone knows what a good 10k cycling time is, please let me know. Thanks.
 
I’m off tonight to my first proper Spartan Family work out session. I’ll try and post over the weekend with how it all went and how I felt about it.
 
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For now, have an amazing weekend.
 
xxx

Spicing it up!

1 Aug

It’s taken me three days to write this post!

So, bad week last week. No actually, not a bad week. I thoroughly enjoyed the week, but I did eat and drink a lot!
Last Friday I had a family party and saw relatives I haven’t seen in far too long. There was lots of finger food and wine to be drunk.

Saturday was my boyfriends birthday. I held a little party for him. More precisely a wings and cocktails party. This, as you can imagine, consisted of chicken wings and cocktails. – I should have been a bar tender, cos I made some seriously yummy cocktails.
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Sunday, lunch at the misters parents. A nice juicy roast

Monday, his actual birthday, dinner at Bodean’s a tasty rib joint. Super noms. Followed by dessert at Hagan Daaz.
Not forgetting birthday cake of course.

A truly indulgent weekend. and I didn’t track any of it. I hardly tracked all week. (smacks hand)

I did run a couple of times but nothing could counter all that food and I managed to gain a 1lb. I’m surprised it wasn’t more to be honest.

I also set a new running goal on my Nike+ running app. To run 3 times a week. So far I’m on track so good times. I really want to bring down my 5k time to under 30 mins. I currently hover around 32mins. frustrating.

And!!! I have managed to secure myself a bike. I am doing really bladdy well I tell ya.

This weekend was much more sedate and and less indulgent. I did go out, but didn’t really drink and more so, I tracked what I drank.
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Sunday!! What a fab day. The Mister convinced me to come along to this Spartan Family work out day in a park in Shoreditch. I was really dubious about it all at first. Leeanne is not a Spartan. Leeanne is lazy. But it was so much fun. Indeed, I had so much fun I didn’t even realise how hard I worked. Push ups, Squats, Wheelbarrow and piggy bags. Relay races and OMG, a tug of war. I’m still in pain now. But that good pain which leaves me knowing I did well. So I have now been convinced to join their sessions on Friday evening. These, I’m sure are going to be even harder but I’m looking forward to it. My favourite part of the day (aside from not coming last in the tug-o-war) was during the rain storm there was a massive thunder clap. The whole group just turned towards the sound and shouted “ahooo”. That was cool!

MONDAY!!!! Run Dem Crew (RDC). Mentioned in my earlier blog post by Angel Dee. This is a running crew which meet weekly and quite simply….runs. I met a lovely lady at the Spartan Day who managed to convince me that I would have fun and be looked after. So after work I headed over to Paddington Rec where the RDC West meets. Such a friendly group of people. Obsessed with taking photo’s but then so am I. So we headed out towards Hyde Park. Not once did I feel too slow. There was always someone looking after the back, motivating me on. And it was hard. I think because I’m used to running continuously on my little runs and here we stopped often and it felt a bit like interval training. We did about 6 miles I think. I forgot my armband so no phone to track. I slept like a baby that night I tell you.

Had a day off on Tuesday, as my whole body was in mega after exercise pain but I did watch some of the Spartan training videos to learn how to do pull ups and push ups. Had a little practice. Good times.

Tonight, I collect the bike. I’m so grateful to my Charlene for allowing me to take her bike and so excited. I’m going to be doing about 10k from Brixton to Lewisham. I have sorted out lights and my helmet. I’m a bit nervous but it should be fun.

I’ll be doing another blog post after this weeks weigh in so I’ll let you know how it went then.

Finally, with August being the carnival month, I wanted the share the below piccy with you.

The first shot is me in part of my carnival costume last year, the second shot is me on the weekend just gone. For me I can see a difference on my tummy area. I still look at my carnival pics from last year and regret how big I looked in them. Not doing costume this year but maybe next year when I’ll be maintaining at goal.

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That’ll Learn Me…

29 May

So! I think I might be over the lazy bug…maybe. Managed a couple of 5k runs already this week. Have been written a toning plan by my lovely friend and things are going well.

Over indulged a little on the weekend. Pizza Express had a 3 courses for £12.95 – who can resist?? Not me haha

But I wanted to tell you what happened to me last night.

My UK readers will know we have had some awesome heat over the past week. It’s been amazing.

I knew I wanted to run last night but wanted to wait until it was a bit cooler, so I watched Hollyoaks yay!

Left my place around 19.50 it was still stuffy but nice and cool.

Took a new route and went past some Wisteria Lane type street, where people I passed greeted me with smiles and admiring looks. Was great.

Did just over 5.6k and got home starving.

Started to make dinner. Chicken in a tomato-ish curry sauce, with 40g of rice and lots of veg. I deserved this feast of kings

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But I was feeling sooooooo hot and a bit weak.

I sat down to eat, took two delicious mouthfuls and then sprinted to the bathroom where I sat on the floor for 15 minutes groaning and in awful nauseous pain. I’m going to be graphic now, I didn’t know if it wanted to come out the top or the bottom and was too scared to move in case it was both.

Dizziness and nausea passed and I thought “yay, time to eat”. Stood up and then projectile vomited, it was the worst thing ever. Those of you who have been long term readers or read back my posts will see I had this problem back in January. It wasn’t fun. This was worse than that.

It ended up in my hair, over my arms. I was all alone.

My boyfriend called me and I sobbed down the phone to him, then my mum phoned and after she had gotten over the shock of her youngest daughter wailing down the phone to her she laughed! (thanks mum) I sobbed for a good 5 minutes to her, then composed myself.

I was a mess.

Lol

I learnt a valuable lesson though. More sugar!!!!! I think my body just crashed in the heat. And no hot kitchens!

I feel much better today though and think its hysterical this morning. So thanks for letting me share with you.

See you in thursday for the Weigh In.

Xx

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