Hi everyone, it's been a
very, very long time since my last post... and my last run but there are
extenuating circumstances, I promise!
Lots have happened since...
(pause whilst I scroll through my blog)... May 2012! Blimey, I've been
more lazy than I thought! My main excuse though is that I have had another
baby. Yep number 3, baby Georgiana, was born last March. Not only does this
excuse my lack of running, it also excuses my rusty writing repertoire... bear
with me, it'll improve, I promise. Somewhere, in a sea of nappies and
breastmilk, of teething and the ancient 'will she crawl/ won't she crawl- my
baby is bigger/ has more teeth/ is already reciting her alphabet whilst sitting
on the potty chewing a three course meal' debate, I lost the will to live...
and to write... and to run...
Nearly eight months later, I
decided to put a tentative, running shoe clad foot outside the front door in
the form of our local Santa Run. Essentially, I donated money to charity so
that they would let me dress up in a horrendously fitting Santa suit complete
with ventilation holes under the arms (rips) and an itchy santa beard. Then, as
if walking around the park in said suit was not
fashion statement enough, I ran 4 miles through the town centre in the
flipping thing. Not only was this a real
treat for me, I also managed to drag along the husband and two older children
(the eldest of which whooped me and finished in 29 minutes... a fact I remind
him of when it takes a whole Sunday afternoon to clean his bedroom.)
I intended
to continue with the good work after this... honestly, dear readers I did. But
then it was Christmas and it just seemed rude to leave my hubby to eat ALL of
the kid's selection boxes by himself. What can I say... I went to ground.
So here I am. Almost ten
months on, after listening to Katy Perry roaring on a continuous loop (my six
year old got an i-pod for Christmas, what a mistake to make,) I'm feeling that old familiar stirring in my
shin-splints. I need to get back to it, I really do, and here are some reasons
why:
·
I put a whole
stone and a half on whilst I was pregnant and managed to gain weight whilst I
was breastfeeding. Oh yeah, I took 'eating for two' to a whole new level!
·
I need to get out
more. No joke: there are only so many times you can wind that bobbin up before
you want to throw it out of the window. If I get out more, perhaps I'll rekindle
my love of Old McDonald...
·
Post-natal
January blues... it's dark when you get up, it's dark when you go to bed. It's
cold, it's windy and has rained everyday for the past 5 weeks. You know me, I'm
not one to complain but c'mon, something's gotta give.
·
I need to get fit. As Ms Perry says 'I've got
the eye of the tiger, the fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cos I am a
champion, and you're gonna hear me roar...' Oh yeah!
·
On New Year's Day
I received a very friendly e-mail from the lovely people Daily Mile which
briefly summarised all the running I had managed to complete in 2013... and
brief it was. I registered a big fat zero! Obviously I knew that I had somehow
forgotten to spray on the lycra and dig out the unflattering hat with holes but
to see it in print... ugh.
My New Year's Resolution then
is to leave the comfort of my sofa for the discomfort of ill fitting spandex
and compression socks that cut off the circulation to my knees. When it's put
like that, how can I fail.
Coming very soon then my
first post- Georgiana running report... I promise!
