Last week Mum was so tired that even from my ever happy wuffle point of view, it's hard to make funnies about Mum's exploits.
Mum had a couple of days off running at the start of the week and expected to feel all bouncy by mid week. Mum did not feel all bouncy. I did some bouncing for her but that seemed to make her even more tired.
On Boxing Day she had a steady run which was still hard work. On Thursday Mum decided to do a race. Mum didn't really feel racy but the race is part of her club's league and Mum was in the area and felt there may be "easy points" on offer. Mum was absolutely knackered and had also forgotten how hilly it was. Mum says she is fully aware of how bad she is at running up hills but I've seen Mum run up hills, and I'm not sure she realises quite how bad she is. I don't understand it. I mean surely you just bound on up. Not Mum. Mum huffs, puffs and whines. Sorry Mum, I love you, but you do! She got her points but I bet it wasn't pretty.
By the weekend Mum was expecting to feel totally bouncy. She still didn't look bouncy. I tried to show her how to bounce but she must be a slow learner because she just couldn't get it. Mum still looked knackered. On Saturday when she had no energy at all Mum realised she had over-trained and that the week was a "write off". Mum trotted a parkrun and attempted a very easy 5 mile run on Sunday when apparently she was quite unwell. Her tummy was upset, probably because of all the Christmas pud I watched her trough down on Saturday evening, and the route was worryingly lacking in bushes. I don't understand why this is such a big deal for Mum. If I need a poo, I have a poo, as long as it's not indoors it's fine. Mum poos indoors all the time which is totally unfair, but give her a nice grass verge or a big field and she couldn't possibly. She needs a toilet, she says, although I know she's more than willing to make do with a bush, or even a sparse tree if the light's bad. It's OK Mum, just take a bag, I said, no-one will mind. Mum doesn't seem to agree. Weird.
Dodgy tummy aside, Mum has realised that her legs are not up to the amount of running she's doing. Mum doesn't entirely understand why her body isn't recovering like it has been doing over the last few months, but it isn't. Mum feels fit and like she should be able to run, but when she tries her legs are too heavy and tired to run properly, and she's missing her target pace on almost every run. Mum has got slow and grumpy, and apparently it's too soon to be slow and grumpy.
So Mum has torn up the training plan and started again. The delicious plan, with the little dangly post it notes, right there on the floor. Mum did not look in a good mood when she did this, so when I grabbed the bits and ate them I tried hard not to wag my tail too much. Just a bit. I was right all along, it was delicious.
Mum's new plan looks quite different because it has dogs on it. Dad gave it to Mum. It has lots of dogs on owned by his friends who he works with. None of them are ginger but I guess not everyone can have taste. It also has less running on it which seems odd, but Mum explained that by doing less runs each week she hopes to do them better, and therefore get both quicker and fitter. It doesn't have post it notes, because apparently Mum "can't be arsed" with the faff, so I'm not sure it's that good a plan. Mum must be tired. Mum can always be arsed with faff and multi-coloured things.
Mum is determined this new plan will be better and that she'll find her missing boing again. A boingy Mum is a happy mum and I have faith that she will be bouncing again soon.
If anyone hasn't done so and feels able to support Mum raising money for needy gingers, Mum is running for Vizsla Rescue UK, and would appreciate anyone putting a finger or a paw on the big red button and the top and making a donation, however big or small. We would both be very grateful.
Dodgy tummy aside, Mum has realised that her legs are not up to the amount of running she's doing. Mum doesn't entirely understand why her body isn't recovering like it has been doing over the last few months, but it isn't. Mum feels fit and like she should be able to run, but when she tries her legs are too heavy and tired to run properly, and she's missing her target pace on almost every run. Mum has got slow and grumpy, and apparently it's too soon to be slow and grumpy.
So Mum has torn up the training plan and started again. The delicious plan, with the little dangly post it notes, right there on the floor. Mum did not look in a good mood when she did this, so when I grabbed the bits and ate them I tried hard not to wag my tail too much. Just a bit. I was right all along, it was delicious.
Mum's new plan looks quite different because it has dogs on it. Dad gave it to Mum. It has lots of dogs on owned by his friends who he works with. None of them are ginger but I guess not everyone can have taste. It also has less running on it which seems odd, but Mum explained that by doing less runs each week she hopes to do them better, and therefore get both quicker and fitter. It doesn't have post it notes, because apparently Mum "can't be arsed" with the faff, so I'm not sure it's that good a plan. Mum must be tired. Mum can always be arsed with faff and multi-coloured things.
Mum is determined this new plan will be better and that she'll find her missing boing again. A boingy Mum is a happy mum and I have faith that she will be bouncing again soon.
If anyone hasn't done so and feels able to support Mum raising money for needy gingers, Mum is running for Vizsla Rescue UK, and would appreciate anyone putting a finger or a paw on the big red button and the top and making a donation, however big or small. We would both be very grateful.
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