Mirror, mirror…

Yesterday I didn’t run because I had yoga. Today I didn’t run because I’ve had my hair cut and it looks nice – it won’t look this decent again until I have my hair cut next time. This is actually quite a good excuse for me, my excuses will get flimsier I promise.

I was thinking today about why I’ve finally started this blog – it was actually I run because I like food who suggested it originally when I emailed her after finding her blog via the Guardian. I’ve finally started putting words on it because I’m hoping that it will shame me into a more regular training schedule.

I know that a 10k is only a modest ambition, especially as I will do it very very slowly, but it’s a start. And I will definitely post my race entry this weekend…

Hot hands and a wobbly bottom

Well, I did actually drag my lazy bum out yesterday, before yesterday’s post but time got the better of me and I didn’t want to get sucked into another episode of Law and Order before bed…

Ginger (husband) and I kind of went for broke and did a lovely 5 miles. In fact it was a gorgeous 5 miles, it was just that we spoiled the gorgeousness with our red-faced wheeziness. Ouch. And again ouch. I was definitely reminded why we should do what I believe the experts call “training“. In addition to the usual achiness, my hands went incredibly hot and as each foot hit the ground, I was horribly aware of my bottom wobbling like a blamange over cobbles. Ho hum.

On the plus side, there’s some lovely baby goats in a field which look like dogs with horns and I’m now looking forward to a canalside run looking at the ducks. Just not tonight cos it’s yoga.