Owner of The Running Inn, Eastbourne
Fiona followed a BA (hons) degree in Politics with a post-grad diploma and 12 year career in journalism, where she specialised in health and fitness writing and compiling workouts. She’s been a deputy editor and has written for national newspapers, websites, books and magazines, and has contributed to various TV and radio shows as a fitness specialist. With Mike Ovens, she is the co owner and director of the Running Inn in Eastbourne, specialising in running and fitness breaks.
Fiona was recently appointed editor of Running Free magazine.
Changes Like The Weather
26 May 10
Summer’s come… and I’m feeling good!
I’ve lived for 42 years with changing seasons. From Spring to Summer, Autumn to Winter, but, I still find myself surprised when the weather changes…
Our world transforms when the sun comes out. I ran along the seafront at the weekend and it was packed with bikini-clad girls, pot-bellied men, bare-chested 20 somethings and older ladies with brown, frazzled skin… all shapes and sizes – stripped down, unpeeled from winter’s protective layer…
I’ve heard lots of people talking about the weather. It was only a week or so ago that I said to my husband, Mike, “I’ve really, really had enough of being cold now!” My hands seemed to be permanently corpse-like (I’m prone to Raynauds) and most nights I could be found standing next to the radiator before dinner (after dinner my body would warm up from the inside)…
Now I’m slapping on the St Tropez, drinking iced water, and my fan blows all the paper off my desk! And all I hear is ‘it’s so hot!’
And I forget the cold. As the body adapts, it’s hard to imagine the dark mornings, running through snow, or after a run, standing in the shower for extra long just to keep hypothermia at baby… it’s like it never happened. I never did feel cold.
Running is a seasonal thing, too. And through the year, my body changes from fast to slow… I’m just emerging from a slow patch after my marathon, peeling off layers of sluggishness and, now, thankfully, sufficiently recovered, I’m ready to run faster again.
Like the weather, the return of speed took me by surprise. One day I’m slogging along thinking there’s nothing to get out. Two days later, it’s as if an internal gear was yanked up, inside me and I get a surge, and my reps start to feel faster…
I forget all about my slow day (only two days before) – in fact I’ve already obliterated my slow month. Melted from my memory like the snow…
And I’m full of optimism and belief, the sun is shining, life is good… who knows, it might stay that way!