How Did I Get On?........ SMART Goal - Week Three

A week of cake, canal running, competitions and a crown.

Week Three has rolled around already. I must admit I have given myself a little pat on the back - by being accountable (ie telling you lot what I'm supposed to be doing) has meant that I have got out there and done what I said I would do....who knew?

Last week I managed three runs, which is what I set out to do, this week I managed 6 runs.

Now, you may remember that I gave you sage advice, along the lines of "do what I say, not what I do". Well, this is a prime time to take note.

It is not big or clever to up your mileage by 50% from the previous week

BUT there was that Strava Leaderboard that I had my eyes set on. It was a very tense week, one minute I was at the top, and the next minute David or Becky my main rivals (I say rivals, they are the only other silly buggers in the club that are up for battling for the glory of the Leaderboard) would sneak in front of me.

It all came to a head on Sunday, the last day that your runs count. Picture the scene, I am sitting pretty at the top, I have completed my three runs for that week so felt confident enough to sit down to a steaming bowl of porridge on Sunday morning

......only to find, upon flicking through my phone, that David had been out early and sneaked in a run long enough to knock me into second place. Too late to do anything about it, the porridge was half consumed. What to do?

Technically I had achieved all I set out to achieve, three runs in the week, so I should have been content with that and enjoyed my oats. However, Becky then knocked me off my second-place perch with a thumping run which meant I couldn't ignore it. The gloves were off.

I had to wait until late afternoon to retaliate. It was cold and drizzly so I thought I'd bash out the requisite 8 miles on the treadmill but after four miles I was sweltering and needed air, even my Ministry of Sound 90's bangers weren't helping.

So straight out into the cold evening air to regain my title, I had to do 4.3 miles to get back into the lead. After mile 1, I mentally waved goodbye to Becky (I know, I know, I'm flaming well 60 and should know better). Only 4 miles left and David could weep. So I did 5 miles, just to be on the safe side. I must say that running felt great after being on the treadmill, it felt almost easy....almost!

And there we have it, job done the crown was mine

I told a client about my exploits on Tuesday and their comment was that they thought I was being very childish and should know better at my age.... hah! wait until this week!!!

Until next time, keep safe xx