We worked out post-visit from the kitchen company because, by Gosh, I’m not only training for the Urbathon, we’re trying to get our kitchen renovated, too! It was 15 minutes on the cross-trainer, 20 minutes on the treadmill, and 10 minutes in the pool (they were closing, so I had to leave).
Hand-to-hand combat
Aw. I like this story — while traditional newspapers are collapsing, small towns are finding ways to spread local news (with or without teh Ingterneck). I, for one, would love to help with our local community newsletter, but I’m not sure they’d want the help!
Operation Blue-Footed Booby
Training for the Urbathon has begun with a visit to the gym.
I wasn’t about to overdo things and be in pain for days after a workout, so I decided to ease myself into it, with 15 minutes on the treadmill, 15 minutes on the cross-trainer, and some pool time to work on my upper body strength. The goal for October is to be able to be on the treadmill for 60 minutes and working on increasing my pace, 15 minutes on the cross-trainer, and around 30 minutes of swimming.
Over the years I’ve become less and less keen on doing things (running jumping climbing trees) that pose any sort of risk to my joints and bones. I’m not exactly known for my grace and balance, plus we have this strange thing that runs in the family where wobbly ankles cause us to trip and/or fall over on a regular basis. When I was a kid it was simply part of the adventure; now I’d just like to be able to stay upright, thank you very much. So an urban obstacle course isn’t exactly the thing to keep my ankles sprain-free.
There should be some news about fundraising to come — I wouldn’t sign myself up to do something this demanding without seeking out a proper reason to be embarrassed if I quit.
Back pain unrelieved by sport
The manager saw Stitch Wars and thought of me. Apparently. Can’t imagine why.
Low cloud cover
The Parliament building was reportedly open today to the public at no charge. I happen to think this banner ad indicates that the right hand doesn’t know what the left is doing.
But we did go for a walk outside the Parliament building, and there are loads of carved sayings by Scottish luminaries all over the exterior walls that run along the Canongate.
They misspelled Alasdair Gray‘s name. I hope they’re embarrassed. What a disgrace.
Jackets with patches are quite military
I went lindy hopping this week. I am in no way intending to improve on my basic knowledge and I think my main reason for going these days is because the music is great to listen to. Some relaxed social dancing without trying to apply some newly-learned step is what I’m after — emphasis on social. Plus it can get the heart rate going if the beat is really fast, so I think it counts towards Urbathon training, right?
Anything could happen on a four-day coach holiday*
So. I did it. I went and registered for Urbathon. That’s 10 kilometres worth of running jumping climbing trees. I have just over two months to get ready for it, and we haven’t even been motivated enough to join the gym yet.
But the gym has a pool and some nice cardio machines so maybe I have a hope in hell. And the race is being held in the same general area as the 5 kilometre run route I minced around last month, so I should probably try to take advantage of summer daylight for as long as possible, huh?
* I’m terrible at coming up with clever post titles, so I’m going to use irrelevant ones instead.
Glasgow by gaslight
ZOMG! A Glasgow steampunk fair! How fun (and weird).