Since our bodies are said to be about 75% water, this evening I wondered how much I lost through sweat on an average run. The results were a little surprising.

I weighed myself before I set off: 13 stone 2.2 pounds (I’ve put a couple of pounds back on recently). I then ran my usual Hampstead Heath Extension circuit (43.11 - not too bad). Then I got home, stretched and jumped on the scales: 12 stone 12.8 pounds.

That’s almost three and a half pounds lost through sweat in less than three quarters of an hour. I know it was hot this evening, but wow, do I sweat. I think I need to re-run the experiment. It probably explains why I often get headaches later in the day, no matter how much I think I’ve re-hydrated.

Based on being made up of 75% water, this also means that if I carried on running without drinking I’d completely melt into a pool of skin and bone in around 30 hours. I am the incredible shrinking man.

Well, Juneathon draws to a close and unlike other jogger bloggers in the group, I can’t really lay claim to doing the business in terms of exercising and blogging about it every day, especially compared to Irunbecauseilovefood. Over the month, I’ve averaged 3.25 exercise sessions per week (lower than my target of 4 and a long way short of Juneathon target of 7) and featured lots more good-but-bad food (bad food is fine, but only if you’ve earned it).

Last weekend wasn’t too bad though and included football in Regent’s Park (I pimped myself to get a game and joined an international band of players that almost ended up in fisty cuffs after five minutes, but thankfully calmed down) and did a six mile run and an 8 mile walk on Sunday. Food was more on the healthy side too. Tonight, it’s back to Touch Rugby.

Trying to be positive, maybe Juneathon was the start of being better in July. I’ve already been invited to a ‘Julyathon‘ by RunningBetty…

Thanks to Jogblog for coming up with the idea of Juneathon - you should be on Nike’s payroll

Apologies for not attributing to Jogger Blogger, the originater of the Juneathon concept - I fell for jogblog’s PR skills there

Well after a fairly slack couple of days since the Hampstead 10k, I did manage to get the big running commute in. I was pretty slow and stopped for a rest stretch at the top of Primrose Hill. Maybe I was tired from the weekend. Maybe I had too much lasagne at lunchtime. I probably just need to get more miles in.

After doing a bit of outdoor circuits with Jo yesterday, we were coerced persuaded to run the Hampstead 10k by Jo’s brother today. And very pleased we were for doing it.

Well known for being a “hilly 10k” (see what Runners’ World others readers thought), it was a surprisingly pleasant run around the Hampstead Heath extension near Golders Green. It could only have been improved by being actually in the Heath itself, but I’m guessing that the organisers couldn’t get approval with that.

The field was quite small - maybe 300 at the most - and very middle class. I was half expecting people to shout “tally-ho” when we started (I heard one supporter cry “good luck chaps” in a very plummy voice). The very supportive marshalls were all well to do and looked like pillar of the community types - vicars, neighbourhood watcher organisers and so on.
Time wise we did a modest 58:24 (it was very hilly) and we got a plastic mug, which is ideal for camping, for finishing. I also quite randomly got a nifty stuff sack, given to only a handful of competitors - Dan and Jo looked on quite enviously.

Re-reading my last posts exclaiming what a slacker I am during Juneathon, I decided to do the big running commute last night - the one that starts on London Wall and winds its way up past the BT Tower, through Regents Park, over Primrose Hill and home. I can feel how my running ability has slipped recently as it was more of a plod than a run and I didn’t bother timing it or weighing myself in the morning either. Still it’s around 7.5 miles, so I’ve got to be pleased with myself for having a crack at it.

We lost our last game of the Touch season on Tuesday 11-8. I’m not sure whether that means we were bottom or second from bottom as they’ve updated the league table for the summer league already. Despite losing, the good news was that I bagged a couple of tries and it was agreed that we played our best game of the season. Let’s see what the summer brings.

The past couple of weeks haven’t been great from a food vs exercise point of view, so it’s slightly embarrassing to even put Junethon in the title of this post. I’ve just about managed three bits of exercise a week (not great, not terrible), but the burger, crisps and beers side of the equation has shot up a bit.

Ah well, I did at least get to go climbing at the weekend, which I haven’t done in a year, which was good, followed up with a hike along Stanage Edge and around Burbage North in the Peak District on the Sunday.

Tonight is the last game of the season for Touch Rugby. It’s a crunch match and the difference between coming bottom of the league or third from bottom. New season starts in two weeks. Rock on Junethon.  

Juneathon continues to look like a mixed bag. Yesterday I did zero exercise and managed to cap it off with loads of bad food (it didn’t help that I left work at almost 10pm), but today was better with a game of touch rugby and a walk home (transport CHAOS - big letters due to general panic - in London) from Regents Park. Tomorrow I’m weighing up whether to ride in or gamble on the train and run home.

After being encouraged by Jog-blog on Friday for it not being too late to participate in Juneathon, Jo and I went for a 60 minute run in St Albans on Saturday (and intend to go on another one in an hour or so). My groin was a bit tight (no smart-arsed comments please) but it was ok for a gentle run.I’m not sure whether it’ll be better for Touch on Tuesday or not.
I have to say, I fell pretty sluggish throughout, but then I’ve been doing much more beer and wine drinking and much less running of late, so it’s no surprise. Despite my rather poor display, maybe this Juneathon thing’s not such a bad idea after all…

Well I’m sure I’m not the only one to be failing rather badly at Juneathon, an everyday in June exercise and blogging challenge, organised by Jog-blog.

I partially blame the groin strain I picked up on Tuesday at Touch Rugby, which is a bit annoying. It has stopped me doing any exercise since and I’m hopefully going to manage a run at the weekend before getting our arses whipped playing again next week.

I realise I’ve been a bit quiet of late on this blog, due to a combination of being uber busy at work and going through the process of buying a house. On the exercise front, I’ve been quietly going about my business, mostly a combination of running (usually around the 4-5 mile mark, with the odd 7-8 mile running commute) and touch rugby on Tuesdays. I have to say, I’m not missing LA Shitness Fitness in the least, but I’m also aware that I’ve not signed up to any events, mainly because I don’t know when I’m going to get to move.

I am, however, tempted by the Hard as Snails race (as recommended by Hauling My Carcass) and have also been invited to take part in a cross country relay, starting in Worcestershire and finishing in Bath, each person doing 10 mile legs. Unfortunately, due to work constraints, I’ll be missing the Square Mile Challenge (sorry Cathy). Realistically, I’ll probably wait until I know where I’m going to be living before I commit myself to anything else. At least going out and running on your own can be squeezed into everything else you’ve got going on in your life.