A running stitch'uation

Out on the open road, looking forward to running a new route in Villamoura, Portugal.
It was set up to be a delightful run. It ended up being one of the worst runs I have ever had - at first anyway.
Off I went, slightly uphill at first, but I was enjoying it.
I love the challenge uphill presents because most runs are flat, but this one was bearable.
Usually it takes me around 15 minutes to get into a run and four miles before I am really comfortable. About 10 minutes into it I got a stitch, something I have never had whilst running before.
And my god was it painful. I am one of those who refuses to stop while on a run, I feel like a failure if I do.
I have even run through severe bouts of sickness. Doubled over, holding back the vomit, I have still carried on.
I did try to push through it but it stopped me in my tracks. My legs could have carried on and my mind was good to go but the pain in my side was excruciating. I was putting pressure on it in an attempt to compress the pain.
Who knew something as simple as a stitch which we all suffered as kids, could really be so painful.
It hurt enough to combat my stubborn nature.
As it was my first "stitch up" since becoming a jogger and with it coming after running only a short distance, I felt I had to get to the bottom of it.
It was around two and half hours since I had eaten, however it could have been the food I ate.
I had sushi for lunch, a chocolate pastry for dessert and shop bought granola for breakfast.
The combination of high sodium and high sugar foods must have had something to do with it.
It got me thinking about my diet in general. It has not been up to scratch lately and it made me feel guilty.
A bad diet can only lead to bad running. So it is time for a change. A 10 day detox and clean eating from now on. I am determined to eventually quit sugar but as we all know it is extremely addictive. It is also in everything! So it may take a while but it is something I am willing to be patient with.
On a more positive note. I was feeling rather disappointed about stopping due to the stitch and had resolved to take the shorter route home. But as I pushed through the pain barrier I started to feel better. Before long I felt stronger again. I ended up doing a much longer route then I initially thought.
So what began as a bit of a disastrous run turned into a successful, enjoyable jog.
Bur the moral of this story is bad diet = bad running.  

Park run problems

I did a park run for the first time yesterday.
As someone who regularly runs five to eight miles - five easily - I saw it as an opportunity to work on my pb (personal best).
Needless to say, my PB was the last thing on my mind.
Park Run UK is a weekly event staged in towns and cities all over the UK where runners of all abilities can join together and run, walk or jog 5k around local beauty spots.
I know what my body can do and how I can push it. I also know it takes me about 15 minutes to settle into a run and get into my stride. So I don't know why I was surprised with my speed and that it felt tough. By the time I had warmed up I was already half way round and had the mentality of just wanting to finish.
I did it in 27 minutes 58 seconds. Slower than the previous 5k race I did which was around 25 minutes.
I came 94th out of 300+ so it could have been worse for my first go while I got to grips with the mechanics of the race.

A detailed results table

Battling through the start line dodging all the slower runners was a nightmare for me. My patience is thin which is one of the reasons I love running alone - another obstacle I faced during the run.
Ducking and diving around other runners also proved difficult, I felt I had to over take a lot which uses extra energy that I like to save on just going forward. 
Next time I will try to start nearer the front.
The results table updates online automatically every week helping you work out your PB. I know I can do better and would have loved to but now it gives me something to work towards.
Next week I have been roped into volunteering so I will have to wait until the week after but that gives me two weeks to train. And train I will. I want to get under 25 minutes.
I am realistic I know that it is unlikely I will go from 28 minutes to 25 straight away so if I get under 27 I will be happy.
I do love having a goal.

Quitting sugar

So I really want to quit sugar completely.
I have come a long way since I started this blog a year ago. I have lost around a stone and I do not binge to the same extent. I can even just have one biscuit (occasionally) and not go back for more.
I have done a lot of research and a lot of reading. The one thing I have learnt is that sugar really is our enemy.
So I bought Sarah Wilson's book I Quit Sugar. It comes with an eight week program to help you quit. I cannot put it down, it is so helpful and full of great tips and recipes.
I'm no saint so I know it is going to take me a long time until I reach the point where I can detox for eight weeks. But I have had a reasonably good start. I thought I would go slow to begin with and cut down.
Now, surprisingly by thinking this way, last week I did not touch any sugary food except for an apple a day. My skin had been getting really bad lately which had been bringing me down but by Thursday I could see a slight difference.

What more motivation do you need?

I was recovering from a pretty bad cold so I did not have the energy to stick to my usual exercise routine - I did keep up with it just not as strenuously as normal.

By Friday I was beaming because I had done so well to resist temptation.
But one thing I have learnt about sugar, it is everywhere, which means if you're not prepared for just how many things it is in, life and sugar will get in your way.
So I visited my family in Yorkshire and once again monster mum got to me with her delicious baking.

I might have also ended up at a cake-away. But look at it, who could resist while you're still a sugar addict?!

So I failed the week. However, I did not want to punish myself too badly as I had said I could take it easy to start with so I think I did pretty well.... I just wish it hadn't been for the last three days.

Jumping in at the deep end

I have not been swimming for a long time. Life just got in the way - as it does.
So when I got back in the pool it was like I fell in love all over again.
I personally enjoy swimming first thing on a morning. It is refreshing and really wakes me up.
I was surprised at how easily I just got back into the swing of it.
A mile every Tuesday morning really does help me with virtually everything.
It clears my head and relaxes me. When I'm having a tough time with work, as I have been lately, it is great for de-stressing. It also helps improve my running by regulating my breathing pattern as well as strengthening my entire body.

Not the most flattering photo but I spent most of my holiday in Cyprus in the water. I'm at my happiest in the blue stuff.

I hope I don't ever have to miss so many weeks of swimming again because I almost forgot how much I loved it.
I recommend it to all fitness fanatics. It helps improve your cardio and nurtures your muscles helping to reduce the risk of injury.
Gliding through the water on a morning is so therapeutic. I wake up extra early so I can get in as soon as the pool opens and for the first five minutes it is just me and the water and it is so peaceful.
Just writing this is making me want to take the plunge again.