Moral of the story

Hi guys, hope you’re having a lovely weekend. The weather has been chilly but sunny and dry here which makes for lovely crisp days.

Yesterday I can’t say I did anything terribly exciting I’m afraid. Ben and I went for a nice run. Mine was a short, sharp 2 miles as I ached from my lower body routine from Friday…

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…but Ben went for a whopping 6mile run. I’m so proud of him! He’s starting to get back into it which is great as I missed running with him. I have to say, I was a bit jealous when he told me how far he’d run.

This week’s workouts have been great. My usual strength routine’s Monday, Wednesday, Friday and a 3 mile run on Thursday. The 3 miler was really tough. I’m running a new route that hits a hill about a mile in and the hill goes on for .5mile. I think I started a bit cocky as by the end of that hill I was ruined. It really took it out of me. Moral of the story: PACE MYSELF.

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I was going to run on Friday as well but I just didn’t have the energy.

In a slightly related story…When I said I was running the other week a guy I work with seemed keen to join me. He goes to the gym and kept bragging about how many miles he’s run and how fast he goes la-de-da so I was really excited about running with him as (and please don’t take this as me being big headed or anything like that) I haven’t run with anyone who runs at my pace before. OK I don’t really run with many people so that’s probably why!

So anyway, I was looking forward to it. We started off at a nice pace of 8.10mins/mile. Then we hit that hill I mentioned above. Suddenly all that bragging and hot air disappeared very quickly. The pace dropped to over 9 mins and he was dying. I felt quite chuffed with myself as I was OK. By the end of the run, he was done for. Now, I might be a leeeeetle bit too competitive for my own good and we weren’t racing. But if we were…I would have won that race. Just saying.

So my run on Thursday was the same route but me on my own to see how fast I could do it alone. Hence why I ruined myself.

I have to mention lunchtime yesterday. It was amazing. Now I realise that this may seem gross and wrong and random, but it tasted gooooooood.

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Three egg omelette with chocolate peanut butter (PB2) and Brussels sprouts. Before you judge me, you need to try it. I love it when lunch tastes a little bit like a dessert. With vegetables. Win-win situation. Basically I ran out of my plain peanut butter and had to improvise quickly before the hungry beast that is Anna at lunchtime took over the world. Not my finest hour, but definitely one of the tastiest.

Then last night Ben and I went out for a fireworks night at a friend of the family’s house. It was Ben, my mum, my dad, my sister, brother-in-law, niece and me in convoy. The house was packed full of people and it was all very relaxed and fun.

The fireworks were brilliant. A home-made affair in the back garden. Ellie, my niece (on the right), and her new found friend Abbie loved it. Abbie kept asking her dad to turn it down though haha.

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There was a slightly unsafe feel to the fireworks when two fireworks clashed together and made a huge explosions. Cue all the mum’s grabbing the small children and running inside (yes, that might have including me. I’m small and I was scared).

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But otherwise it was great! Seat of your pants stuff.

The hosts provided a mass of food and drink – amazing punch (the bottom one was apple and ginger – with marinating apples floating about, the top one was tropical punch):

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And I happily tucked into a bowl of hearty chilli.IMG_2858

Followed by pudding.

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Look at those home-made cupcakes! The were sparkly and everything.

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Ah yes, that is a piece of rockyroad. To be honest, I’m not sure how that got in my bowl. Think it fell in there by accident…

As amazing as the cupcake and rockyroad was I think I was too quick for my own good (yes I’m one of those people who’s pretty much first in the queue at buffets). After stuffing myself full they brought out crumble. I was devastated. I did contemplate having crumble as well but I’m not sure I could have driven us home afterwards without being sick. Moral of this story? Wait until they’ve finished putting all the food on the table before stuffing yourself.

So, a pretty good evening!

And we woke up this morning to this furry, scruffy hound:

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I really need to get his haircut sorted. He is a mess, bless him.

What’s everyone up to this weekend?

14 Replies to “Moral of the story”

  1. There is someone at my Sweatshop running group who is super competitive like that! Sometimes she will jog with me (she is a bit faster than me) but then at the end she will do a sprint finish/ cross a road when I am waiting for cars, just so she can get back before me!

    Those cupcakes are so impressive 🙂
    I went to a 40th birthday party last night- (one of my friends’ husband is 40 today)- it was good fun but a bit weird because I can remember when my Dad was 40! Although thinking about it that must be over 15 years ago now!

    1. I hate how competitive I am, but I just can’t help it. Ben tells me off all the time…
      I know, I thought they were bought in but a lady had made them. They were divine.
      Yeah it’s strange when you’re friends start creeping to the age you can remember your parents being at. My friends are all starting to get married, soon everyone will have kids Crazy!

  2. I’d have loved that, that’s brilliant! So funny when blokes give it the big one and then can’t quite handle it, good for you 🙂
    I love sweet omelettes; banana and almond butter is my favourite and I went through a phase of having them for lunch – not sure about the sprouts though as I hate them!
    The bonfire party looks brilliant.

    1. I know, it was so satisfying. He’s quietened down a lot since then hehe.
      Noooo I love sprouts. They’re my favourite. What about Christmas?? A sproutless Christmas? Devastating.

  3. I am indeed judging you–in the best possible way–for making that chocolate peanut butter omelet. Holy delicious! I think that might be breakfast tomorrow!

    You totally own bragging rights for leaving co-worker man in the dust on that big hill. Yeah, girl! Also, your fireworks night sounds like so much fun; I wish they were more common in the U.S. The only night of the year that we light fireworks is on 4th of July!

    Finally, your dog is too cute. And that rocky road looks to-die-for. HUGS! xoxo

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