life.laura.london

life.laura.london

Cheeseburgers running 

Cheeseburgers running 

lissyruns:

So far today we are chucking make up, nail polish, shoes, candles & reminders of evil exes! #chuckit #minsgame
lissyruns:

So far today we are chucking make up, nail polish, shoes, candles & reminders of evil exes! #chuckit #minsgame
lissyruns:

So far today we are chucking make up, nail polish, shoes, candles & reminders of evil exes! #chuckit #minsgame
lissyruns:

So far today we are chucking make up, nail polish, shoes, candles & reminders of evil exes! #chuckit #minsgame

lissyruns:

So far today we are chucking make up, nail polish, shoes, candles & reminders of evil exes! #chuckit #minsgame

We run to swim charliedwatson #sitges #runtoexplore

We run to swim charliedwatson #sitges #runtoexplore

#fromwhereirun #runtoexplore #sitges #spain

#fromwhereirun #runtoexplore #sitges #spain

The #ponyswish was not having any part of this run. 14 hot and humid miles made for a soggy run. Sweat was pouring from my neck to my knees but at least now I know if it’s 25* and 68% humidity in Dublin on October 27th I’ll be ready. Photo by @charliedwatson #dublinmarathon #sitges #runcation #fromwhereirun 

The #ponyswish was not having any part of this run. 14 hot and humid miles made for a soggy run. Sweat was pouring from my neck to my knees but at least now I know if it’s 25* and 68% humidity in Dublin on October 27th I’ll be ready. Photo by @charliedwatson #dublinmarathon #sitges #runcation #fromwhereirun 

For now, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg's 'pathmarking' doesn't include retirement.

After 24 miles each step on these ankles felt like a lightning bolt. I’m so damn proud of these feet and glad they stepped up to the challenge. #tr24

After 24 miles each step on these ankles felt like a lightning bolt. I’m so damn proud of these feet and glad they stepped up to the challenge. #tr24

My main motivation for running in the heat. #tr24 #99flake

My main motivation for running in the heat. #tr24 #99flake

5 women. 23 laps. 230km. 24 hours. Running doesn’t get much more inspiring than this. 

5 women. 23 laps. 230km. 24 hours. Running doesn’t get much more inspiring than this. 

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But don’t go too far - I’ve migrated my blog over to a new address!!

http://lifelauralondon.com/

See you over there. 

Go now!

i love stats

At the beginning of December I accepted the challenge to run 80 miles in a month. It was tough as there were a lot of hangovers Christmas Parties, a few injuries and really bad weather. As of today though, I’ve made it to 80.08 miles (132.1km) for the month. Yay!

As you can see I also included the all important annual stats such as 430.19 Doughnuts burned in 235 workouts (Running, barrecore, cycling, yoga). 

December was a huge month for me as you can see below, I only ran more last January while training for the Brighton Half. 

I also checked out some of my interesting trends on Nike+

That 8.06km on the treadmill was the worst run of my life. Never again.

Here’s to some more good looking bar graphs in 2013. 

2012 was the year of medals. No golds for us, but enough of the others!

2012 was the year of medals. No golds for us, but enough of the others!

2013

I do a lot of great things with Nike Training Club and Nike Running here in the UK. They’ve asked me to set some goals with the other ladies in the Nike Community as a part of their #makeitcount campaign.

I’ve got loads of goals for 2013, but in the interest of keeping it Nike+ based we’ve set out to achieve 1,000,000 fuel points in 2013. 

So it will be more NTC Live classes…

And more yoga classes…

And more Running Clubs…

And especially more races with good friends and husbands…

I really do believe in a lot of what Nike has been promoting to get everyone (especially women) out and more active in easy and fun events. I don’t work for Nike nor have I been asked to promote anything in return for freebies or cash.

trail running in London’s longest linear nature reserve

I’ve been sticking to running the roads of London (with a few parks thrown in) for the following reasons:

Excuse #1 - I didn’t know of any good trails.

I had heard rumours of an amazing trail that started at Finsbury Park (a mile from our flat) and followed a disused railway along a ridge for 7k up to Alexandra Palace.  This trail achieved myth status when I actually saw Finsbury park with my own eyes and could not believe there was a woodlands anywhere near it. 

Solution #1 - Trust the map and just find the darn trail. 

Excuse #2 - I needed daylight

Running alone in the dark as a woman isn’t the safest thing even along busy, well-lit streets.  I wasn’t about to go for a jog in a dark, unknown forest alone. (Even with my SafeGirl personal alarm - thanks Boutique Sport!)  The winters in London are dark, and my weekends are busy. Finding some daylight hours to test out the trail was near impossible.

Solution #2 - My office closes from December 21 - January 2 and since we’re not going anywhere for the holidays I suddenly have a lot of daylight hours that will not be spent at a desk in an office buildling.

Excuse #3 - I didn’t have trail shoes

As far as excuses go, this isn’t a good one. I know I could have ran a trail easily in one of my 3 pairs of running shoes, and short of some mud stains, nothing would be much different.  

Solution #3 - Have trail shoes magically show up on my doorstep one Monday evening

I saw that the Brooks Running had some samples left from their Pure Project tour to still give away (why interacting with brands on Twitter is awesome) and low and behold, they sent me a pair of their Women’s PureGrit! They’re so orange!

No more excuses TIME TO RUN.

My first impression of the PureGrit shoes were how tight they fit. They’re technically minimalist shoes so they hug your foot much more than my normal road stability shoes.  Since I have size narrow 5.5 feet (same size as Kate Middleton if you’ve forgot) it’s rare running shoes fit me this well.

My second impression was how hard it was to stand up on London side walks in them. They have psuedo-spikes on the bottom and since it’s about a mile and a half to get to the park/trail, I slipped and slid down the big hill to Finsbury Park. Much to the delight of the Halal butchers unloading goat carcases.

I made it in one piece to Finsbury Park and ran straight to the muddy grass. You can see what a beautiful day it was in London. 

The Parkland Trail was easy to find and filled with people walking their dogs. It made me super envious and more determined than ever to find a running dog to rent on Saturdays. Check out this French Bulldog kicking it in the mud.

The trail is really cool as it’s an old railway that was almost completely built before WWII, but after the war was abandoned. There are old platforms still there like this old Crouch End Hill station.

The shoes were so great on this trail. It was mostly muddy, but lots of pebbly parts and the shoes gripped the ground in all conditions. Plus going through a lot of puddles my feet weren’t annoyingly soggy for the whole run. My hairband didn’t last as it flew off into a puddle, so was relegated to my leg for the rest of the run.

All in all it was a (very slow - taking pictures and running isn’t my forte) wonderful 10k run and possibly my favourite run of 2012. 

I’m 10km away from completing the #80milemonth for December and am on the verge of signing up for a Spring half marathon, so hopefully there will be more trail runs like this in my future.

Ever wonder what I would sound like if I had moved to Newcastle instead of London? 

Geordie to English translation below

A hoyed a wish in the well
Don’t ask us al’ never tell
A looked at you as it fell
But now y’in me way

Swapped me soul for a wish
Coppers and quids for a kiss
A wasn’t lookin for this
But now y’in me way

Your stare was hawlding
Ripped jeans, skin was showing
Canny neet (night) the wind was blowin
Wher y’think your ganin da’lin

Here, a just met y’like
Nd this is mental
But heres me number
So giz a ring will y’pet

It’s solid to look right
At y’da’lin
So here’s me number
So giz a ring ill y’pet AYE??

Y’took the mick with the call
A tuk no time with the fall
Y’giv us bugger all
But still y’in me way

A beg n borra n steel
T’take y’out for posh meals
A didn’t na a wud feel
But now y’in me way

Your stare was hawlding
Ripped jeans, skin was showing
Canny neet (night) the wind was blowin
Wher y’think your ganin da’lin

Here, a just met y’like
Nd this is mental
But heres me number
So giz a ring will y’pet AYE? OY A HAMMA AWA HERE WEY AI

Before y’swanned into me life 
A proper missed y’
A proper missed ‘like
A proper geet missed y’like pet

Before y’swanned into me life 
A proper missed y’
A proper missed ‘like
A proper geet missed y’like pet

Here, a just met y’like
Nd this is mental
But heres me number
So giz a ring will y’pet

It’s solid to look right
At y’da’lin
So here’s me number
So giz a ring ill y’pet WEY AYE PET