Well Fancy That.

Last night I planned a route I would take this morning for a 9.1 mile run. It was a very simple route to ensure I didn't get lost. Except I did get lost. Quite lost actually. I did make it back, albeit a completely different way and altogether I went 8.4 miles. I cannot put into words how difficult I found it and it has given me serious concerns about the big day. Some of the problem was probably do with the fact that I had neglected to eat before, or take water with me. However, I cannot see that this would account for the sheer exhaustion of my legs. OH WELL. The yin to my yang just told me I am too pessimistic. I shall try to think more positively (the crucial word being "try").

In sunnier news, I just had an apple from my apple tree and it was OM NOM NOM.

As I am writing this I have just received a card from my Cali-bound housemate/BFF. My day has brightened more than considerably. I started writing this feeling a little blue and am ending it feeling nothing short of joyous.

Farewell for the meantime,

Your suddenly cheery friend.

A man with an axe.

Last night I had some rather violent and highly disturbing dreams. The first involved a man with an axe hiding outside my boss' window whilst she was sleeping. The second, me running in the park and said man with the axe chasing me. I don't know whether you are aware but I have always been quite psychic. My Cali-bound friend and I were forever getting premonitions last year which were forever coming true. I also have a bizzare sixth sense with The Mother. Taking all of this into account you can imagine my feelings I had towards running through the park this morning. I am pleased to say I clocked up 4.7 miles and was not attacked by a man with an axe. I am not so pleased to announce that I have the most insane munchies today as a result. I fear going to the library despite just eating 2 weetabix and 2 apples. I fear both my stomach growling but also accidental chomping on some poor person's arm. If you stay still for long enough, chances are I will eat you. As I can't go to the gym I am going to improvise tonight and attempt to do some gym-like activities. It is amazing what you can do with a can of beans..

So that is all for now. Tomorrow I am going to run again in the morning.

Have a lovely day,

Your ravenous friend.

Better Late Than Never.

OH HAI DERE.

I can only apologise about my distinct lack of blogging. I have literally not been in front of a laptop long enough to post in weeks. Blame my Blackberry. You might be pleased to know that I have been making an actual effort to run. I have even bought some proper running trousers albeit a good four months after I should have done. My running trousers do come with quite a practical issue. The reason for buying such trousers was because I need a zip pocket so I can take my music and keys. However, when I put such belongings in my zip pocket my trousers proceed to fall down with the weight. I am yet to find a solution to this problem other than pulling them up every other minute..

After a relatively successful train journey (including the sighting of a monk, yes an actual real life monk) I am now back in Leicester. I have no access to the gym until I can join one here so I have no choice but to run. This can only be a good thing. Unfortunately, as is always the case, leaving home means saying goodbye once more. Those of you who know me know how close I am to my niece. She is my Little Miss Pickleface and being away from her is difficult to say the least. I took her to school before catching my train and astoundingly managed not to let even the smallest tear escape. Even when she whispered in my ear "don't leave me forever" as I was giving her one last cuddle. The girl knows how to play with my heart. I am going to ring her later and will no doubt hear about her latest boyfriend, who has been on time-out today, what happened at ballet and other such daily battles and dramas. Don't you wish you could be four again?

I received an email today about the half marathon saying my running pack is on its way. Eeeeek. I fail to remember a time I have ever been so nervous about anything. Quite literally terrified. My friend asked me, if I could take it back and have not signed up for it, would I? I don't regret signing up for it but I do regret not training harder throughout the summer. Unfortunately this is how I roll. I leave everything to the last minute and I don't think I will ever change. Three short weeks before the run I am finally getting focused on the actual mission. Better late than never?

I am also getting my act together and sorting out sponsors. If you would like to sponsor me my page is
http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=annamarie_clare&isTeam=true
Anything you can spare will be greatly appreciated. Everything I raise is going to Bowel Cancer UK; a charity that works to raise awareness of the symptoms of bowel cancer. As much as we would like to, we cannot eliminate the disease so instead we need to give those with it the best chance of survival. This means detecting it as early as possible.

On the 9th October I will be running for Paul.

You will be hearing from me soon. Maybe even tomorrow.

Thanks for listening,

Your finally motivated friend.

Pass me a brown paper bag..

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I am actually hyperventilating at the thought of this thing.

My friend who is also doing the half marathon has just made his event page for sponsors. I have been in sweet denial about the fact that I will ACTUALLY HAVE TO RUN THIRTEEN AND A HALF BLOODY MILES. 


Good grief. I am starting to think I should probably have spent less of my summer drinking and more of it running.

I have a month.

Please sponsor me.

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/team/annamarie_clare 


I want to cry


Thanks.


Your panic-stricken friend.

Pinch, punch, first of the month

So Friday's gym session turned into some casual drinks which turned into a ridiculously drunken night. I did attempt a run on Saturday morning but chundered after 7mins . Don't you worry though my petit pois, I managed to get myself back on track to go out again on the Saturday. In my defence, the Saturday was with my girls and it was the first time in about a year that we had all been together. 

There is no better way to celebrate such a momentous occasion than with a classic punch night. 

We also gave the jelly bean game a go. I am not going to lie to you, it was not entirely successful. I still do not wish to give up on the game, it just needs a little tweaking. It was a fabulous night topped off with literally the best jacket potato I have ever had in my life. Call it a controversial choice of drunken, late night feast but when you have tried it, you will understand. So I preach now to you, forget the chips, forget the kebabs and other greasy goods. Get yourself a jacket potato. 

Please do not judge me, I am not at work until Tuesday now so am going to go out at the weekend. Twice. I know it is not technically the best training method and I know I said I would have a summer without alcohol but if I go to the gym, surely this counteracts all the drinking? 

I have in fact just been to the gym and am going in the morning. I am also going to the library tomorrow to kick start my dissertation research without the distraction of Jeremy Kyle, CSI, Nothing To Declare, Cash in The Attic, Bargain Hunt, Traffic Cops, Come Dine With Me, Three in a Bed...

My name is Anna and I love daytime television.

Speak to you soon,

Your liver damaged friend.