Monday. Day 56 – Wednesday. Day 58
G has given me a book called ‘Marathon Running for Mortals’, or ‘Morons’, if you prefer. It talks a lot of the fundamental importance of rest and how, particularly for new runners like us, rest days are a vital part of your schedule.
Fine, we’ll call these rest days, if that makes you happy.
Thursday. Day 59
Finally dragged my carcass out for a run after a whopping 3 days off. Felt nervous before I started, and worried that I wouldn’t make the 10 mile goal I had set myself. Those nerves were realistic. I have a two and half hour window while rugrat number 2 is at nursery and forgot that I had booked an eyebrow waxing appointment – no self-respecting woman runs with poorly maintained eyebrows – so that had already knocked off half an hour. I also stopped to chat to a friend at the start point, so making 10 miles was quite clearly not achievable in the time I had left.
I set off and took a route that I knew gave me distance options, but secretly hoped I would manage 10k. Something of a comedown from 10 miles I know, but that felt manageable and gave me something to aim for. The frisson of fear that I would not make it back in time to pick up the kids kept the pace up a bit. I hope that similar adrenalin will do well for us on race day.
I made it with a good 15 minutes to spare and used it wisely to go home and guzzle down berocca, half an avocado and a packet of chilli prawns before I raced back out to pick up the rugrats.
Showering is for girls.
Friday. Day 60
Day off. V is moving house. Three doors down. I fear for my liver.
Saturday. Day 61.
Spent today in a gym hall surrounded by desperate mothers and screaming kids. This was the Jack & Jill baby (goods) sale I had signed up for while under the influence of enough Hendricks to knock out a small elephant.
As a result, I have spent large portions of the last few days cleaning, pricing, ironing, bagging and then removing from the sale bag, various toys and items from the rugrats’ past as I’m overcome with a (very unusual) bout of sentimentality. We really do need to keep that Diaper Genie we never used because someone N used to work with (whose name I cannot remember and whose features are even more hazy) gave it to us with a note stating sincerely that this would be the ONLY bit of baby kit we’d ever need.
We got a similar heads up about an electric wipe warmer. Common sense prevailed, not only about the wipe warmer , but the Daiper Genie, which made it back into the sale bag and was flogged for a fiver. Happily, I made a total of about £100 but the effort of trawling through the loft and sorting all the stuff out has not enticed me to do it again anytime soon.
On the upside, spent a fun morning with A. Who, it seemed, had decanted the entire contents of her house into the back of her people carrier. I am very surprised one of the kids wasn’t inadvertently scrubbed and priced up.
Sunday. Day 62
V and family are still in the throes of the house move and although that should have no bearing on whether I run or not, any excuse will do. I tell myself I can’t run because they may need help with their rugrats and being a good friend, I should make myself available. Both sets of parents and G’s brother are there so there is very little chance I’ll be needed but I’ve used far flimsier excuses in the past. The next series of Masterchef starts soon and it’s not unlikely that panna cotta will feature here as the sole reason for my not training at some point in the coming weeks.