Running For Weight Loss – Week 4 Of Ultramarathon Training – Gained Weight
I’ve put on weight this week. I’m now officially 210lbs on the dot. Balls!
I’m not too fussed about this, my clothes are fitting well and my body shape has definitely changed for the better over the past 4 weeks.
It means that I ‘only’ lost 7lbs in January. I was aiming for a bit more but fuck it! 7lbs in a month is a victory.
Today was long run Sunday.
I wasn’t expecting to achieve much after stopping at 8 on my aborted long run on Monday.
Fortunately I knew today was gonna be different from the start. My legs were strong and had no difficulty in sticking to an easy 10:30 min/mile pace.
Here’s a quick summary of the good and the bad from the run.
The good from the long run
- I managed a 20 mile+ run for the first time this year. It was my longest run of 2014 by over 1.7 miles!
- I ran over 380m uphill. That’s the most I’ve ever achieved in a single run. I’m starting to gain confidence with hills again. If I can keep climbing them then I’ll continue to get stronger.
- I ran 50 miles for the week over only 4 runs. That’s a 12.5 mile average. 3 of my last 4 weeks have now been 50+ milers. I’m starting February in a strong position!
- I carried on for 4 miles with a stone in my shoe. I wanted to stop to shake it out but I was worried about cramping up and not starting again. I can’t wait for my new shoes to arrive. I’ve put over 1000 miles into the New Balance and it’s really showing.
- I lightened up and said ‘hello’ to a nice pony whilst up in the country. Usually I take running too seriously so this was definitely a positive.
The bad after the long run.
There’s always bad. Tonight is no exception.
- The throbbing pain inside my legs – Fortunately this has eased somewhat thanks to a few Ibuprofen.
- The spasms and cramps in my hands – I’m not the kind of runner who slices through the air with his hands whilst running. I tend to hold them out in the same place like I’m a cornered squirrel begging for a nut. It’s fucking infuriating. I can barely hold a glass of water.
- The awful nausea deep in my stomach – It just won’t shift. It’s quite possibly worse than hangover sickness (albeit without any of the awful emotional shit).
- My dodgy stomach – My stomach is growling in sentences. It really sounds upset. Don’t wanna be up all night shitting Like Herod.
- The knowledge that I have to do this all over again some day soon – Next week but only for longer and at a quicker pace. Fuck that noise. I’m gonna enjoy my rest whilst it lasts.
- The cramps in my feet – Which make it look like I’m about to break into a Riverdancesque jig. It’s embarrassing when this happens in public. Thank fuck I’m at home. More worried that I’ll fall through the floorboards if my foot ceases up during the night.
- The insatiable thirst that I can’t cure because of the nausea – Water tastes vile. I had a glass of Tesco Fizzio Zero and it made me gag. I’m hoping this passes soon otherwise I’ll be forced into downing a pot of Onken in one go out of desperation.
- The awful dilemma of sitting in my own sweat or crawling into the shower – Both options appeal to me like a kick to the cock.
- I’m exhausted but I can’t lie down in bed – If something cramps in bed then my whole body will spasm. And then I will start to cry in pain as if a hawk has made a home in my hole.