I’m a terrible runner, but I do have a ‘move your lardy arse’ app on my phone which occasionally pushes me around Northampton’s Racecourse for around two and bit miles.
A good friend of mine, Selena, takes the whole running thing to a new level and for the past ten years she’s helped raise thousands for our Air Ambulance via The Rescue Run, which takes place each September.
It’s not just for serious runners – although you could start training now to get a good time – it’s also for those starting out with a vaguely good intention of getting fitter or those who simply want to walk, hop, skip, jump or push a buggy around the 5K course. I opted for the walking with buggy method a couple of years ago while the rest of the family jogged.
You can raise sponsorship or just turn up on the day and pay an entry fee. You need to fill in an application form so Selena and the organisers have an idea of the numbers. The poster and forms are below:
2493 RESCUE RUN 2012
2493 RESCUE RUN 2012 Entry Form
I’ve been running for oo, about a fortnight, on and off.
I run around a park circuit for about twenty minutes, and have been getting slightly better (ie, the point where my burning lungs make me slow to a walk is getting further around each time).
I do a couple of days, or one day off and one day on, then my legs are too sore to walk, let alone run. So I miss another day and it seems harder again.
The pain in my quads has gone, it’s a repetitive ‘tweak’ in the lower calf. First it was only the right, now it’s the left too. I feel it about half way through the circuit and can run through it, but an hour later I can barely walk.
I’m stretching properly after walking up to start my run (ie, not cold) and after I finish.
Is this calf pain normal? It doesn’t feel serious, its just bloody sore and annoying, and is putting me off trying to shift my fat arse around the park.
Come on all you seasoned runners, where am I going wrong?
WE’RE ending that tricky fourth week of school holidays. The family holiday is over, the playschemes have moved on and video games have been played to their conclusions.
The weather is unpredictable and the inmates are restless and bored. How do we all keep our sanity?
In an effort to get some daily fresh air and much-needed exercise, we’ve started running. . . I know, it sounds bonkers.
But this isn’t running in some hearty, healthy, all-together- Swiss Family Robinson-type way. No, this is 20 minutes up at the Racecourse, either me and one of the boys, or Bloke and one of the boys.
And when I say running, it’s more like they run, and we stumble, half-jog, walk and collapse. Frankly, it’s been a bit embarrassing. The boys skip round our circuit barely breaking sweat. Meanwhile, I’m left hobbling behind, wheezing and purple-faced. After two days my thigh muscles felt they’d become detached from my legs and I couldn’t climb out of bed.
Needless to say, the kids quite like this daily ritual humiliation of their parents and we can’t face being the ones to give up first. Oh God, please make the aching stop soon. . .