I’ve never counted them.
It has never been about my diet; with me, it is purely about exercise. I can eat like a sparrow and not lost weight but as soon as my activity levels go up, the lbs fall off.
Since last summer, I have been logging my workouts on mapmyrun and wasn’t really surprised to find that my ice-skating burns more calories than running or cycling. What was unexpected was when I split my cycle to work and back into two workouts and the calories went up! As one, 10 mile journey, the calorie burn was 567 but when I broke it down, each one was 337!
So does that mean that it is better to do a few shorter rides than one long one?
I am trying to work out what to ask Mr PinQ to get me for my birthday.
I normally don’t have too much fuss but next year is my 20-20th and this evening is an early, impromptu birthday celebration of roller-skating, a meal and karaoke. Next year’s will need to include parties in the North and South so a little practice can’t hurt!
My choices are:
A couple of Zoggs swimsuits and Glass Hub vouchers. Zoggs became my choice of swimsuit because of the half dozen or so that I have bought over the last 9 years, my Zoggs is the oldest, looks great, hasn’t lost its ability to hold everything in and has retained its opacity. I have only just started swimming again since the illness 18 months ago and most of my suits only lasted a couple of years so now that I am swimming regularly, I need more Zoggs.
Some lushy DMs for work because my pretty heeled Mary-Janes had to be thrown away when the buckle detached a couple of months ago. These are the two that I am trying to choose between (but I am open to suggestions!):
Or a set of Coronation Ace blades for my ice-skates. They are lighter, have a better toe-rake and blade profile than my current ones and would make the jumps and spins so much easier now that I am trying to do silver. I bought Edea boots almost two years ago because I knew that they would last but the standard blade that is fitted is still relatively cheap and no where near the quality of the boot:
Or maybe I should ask for a pair of incredible roller-boots:
Oh, I’ve just seen the price of those, they can wait!
*sigh* decisions, decisions.
I normally don’t make a New Year resolution. If I’m completely honest, I don’t think that I ever have, perhaps because everyone that I know that does make them ends up breaking them within a month.
A lot of the people that I know who have made a resolution this year have made it for a specific length of time. Setting achievable targets, there’s a novel idea 😛
This year I have made one. I have promised myself that I will not work more than 50 hours per week. For starters, I am only paid for 37 hpw and whilst I am expected to work a reasonable amount of overtime for free, even an extra 13 exceeds my idea of reasonable.
In the last 9 months, I have kept my hours to below 45 for a whole 6 weeks, the rest has varied from 46 – 70 hpw and far too many of those were between 60 and 70. I started to feel MEish again by November and only really got some recovery time over the Christmas break. During the week and a half off, I rested, exercised and performed in panto (Oh yes I did!). I should have:
- Caught up on my paperwork – last set of Committee minutes that are 2-3 months overdue
- TIDIED MY ART ROOM!
- Done some housework – the depth of dust is disgraceful
- Been part of the set build and tech & dress rehearsal for the panto
- Completed assignment 3 of my degree
There are lots of other things on the to-do list but those five were important but not as important as my health.
The reason that I am so far behind on everything is the hours I’ve been putting in at work and the stress that I’ve been under. This week has been really stressful but on two days this week I’ve done a little fartlek training after work to shake off the stress and anger. It has also been exhausting but I am really pleased that I still did the run that I planned today. I intend to get my health back, get back to Tai Chi classes and keep on top of the things that I want/need to do outside of work without collapsing and the only way to achieve that is to stop working the stupid hours.
As for my hours…
Well, I’ve only done 49 hours this week. Only 51 weeks to go!
…for another cycling post so soon after my last.
I begged Mr PinQ to take the car to work on New Year’s Eve. It was so cold when he got up and I didn’t want him frozen and having to work 12 hours to get frozen again coming home. In the afternoon, I realised that it wouldn’t hurt to nip into work myself and catch up whilst it was quiet. It was later, sunny and relatively mild so I rather enjoyed the ride in. Coming home was a different story, the wind was up and cycling along the sea front was quite the new experience. Bracing isn’t the word.
Despite this, whilst Mr PinQ visited the Mater in Kent on New Year’s Day, I thought that a few more hours would see me in a much better position to achieve my resolution of not working more than 50 hours per week in 2015 and cycled in. The wind was behind me and it was dry so I was quite content. Then of course, I had to come home. It was a battle all the way as the wind was now up to 80kph and I wasn’t looking forward to the sea front but I was taking a moment to enjoy the cycle path that I was on. I had just left the road so couldn’t be blown into the path of a passing car and it was quiet because no-one in their right minds would be out in such weather.
Did I forget to mention that I am as mad as a box of frogs?
Anyway, as I approached the end of the cycle path, I looked at the road ahead. I had to get across the road and turn right and the visibility, although it was dark, is superb along that cycle path. My position is illustrated by the blue circle and my path by the yellow dashed line in Cycle 1, below (if it works!). There are chicken wire fences around the fields so the only thing stopping 360 degree visibility is my human form, in the guise of an owl, the view would be complete. So, I looked to the left and saw flashing blue lights, looked to the right and saw a car stop at the roundabout (represented by the red rectangle). Now, I am not at my fittest but I have always had very powerful legs and a strength of character (stubborn streak) a mile wide that could be my Polish blood or Lancashire upbringing – I’ve never been sure which – but I am no fool. I knew that I had plenty of time to get across that road.
Imagine my surprise when said car suddenly accelerated. The surprise quickly turned to horror when he then crossed over the white line for a game of chicken as shown in the diagram below:
I’m so glad that I have cycled a lot since getting Pashley because I had the confidence to not only stay on the road but to also remain upright. My only regret is that he didn’t stop. I would have put Pashley through his windscreen and my foot through his face.