Janathon day twelve: useful walking

Today’s walk was a very practical one. After two false starts getting Mini-Ginge dressed (two incidents, one at each end…) we were all suitably wrapped up with the mission of calling round at my sister’s with a birthday present then carrying on into town to pick up something from Argos and get some supplies for tea.

It turns out we can fit loads on the parcel shelf of the pram, but I really should learn not to be conned into pushing on the return leg because (a) the pram is a lot heavier and (b) it is uphill. The round trip came in at 6.25 miles, but I think it was nearer 6.5 because I forgot to turn on my Garmin.

In other news, I have well and truly fallen off the Physio wagon. Last time I did it, the one that I’m struggling with actually felt easier (on on side at least) so of course I’ve not done them since. Idiot.


Janathon day eleven: back to the valley

Another walk down (and up) Cuerden Valley today, this time with Ginge and starting from the opposite end to last time. This one was just over two miles (precise mileage not known because I forgot that I had Miles in my pocket and then we had to solve the mystery of the missing satellites) and took in the lake…

…and lots of trees. Some of them upright…

…and some of them, well, less so.


Janathon day nine (ahem) and ten (that’s better)

Day nine: move along folks, there’s nothing to see here. I fell off the Athon wagon yesterday; the weather was rubbish, the skies were grey and heavy, and the rain fell, heavy and steady. It was not a day to take a small boy outside. I had planned to do a bit of yoga or something in the evening, but the small boy was a hungry boy and could not be persuaded to go to bed until gone midnight and by that time I was knackered.

Day ten: Today we went for a walk with gran – 50 minutes, 2.3 miles (I have shaken Miles – my Garmin – out of retirement) up and down the lanes, with a short sharp hill in the middle, and then back along the canal towpath…



…said hello to some horses…


…and watched a murder of crows swoop and gather in the trees.


Janathon day seven: back to basics

Today was a bit action-packed, well as action-packed as we get at the moment. We managed to make it nearly on time for the mother and baby thing that we go to (by nearly on time, I mean that it was nearer to the start time than it was to the end time…), scooted home, walked up to the doctors’ surgery, had jabs done, came home for food and cuddles, went to Tesco (Mini-Ginge travelling in his sling, more to satisfy my need for trauma-related cuddles than anything), came home, had more food and cuddles and at 7.30ish, I hared out of the door to go to my first proper yoga class for nearly six months.


It was lovely to get back to yoga, if only because it is a tiny sliver of normality for me. I’ve learnt that when you stop doing your normal activities that define you (for me that includes work, knitting, running, sitting around the house with no greater plan than sitting) and take on one defining role (mum) it can be a bit, well, overwhelming. So getting back on the mat felt like an important step. I’m not sure what it’s a step towards, but it’s a step.

As it was the first class back and the opening session of a new course, our teacher took us back to basics and invited us to go into it with “a beginner’s mind”. She advised us that we should have no expectations about our bodies and their capabilities, and that having expectations often led to frustrations when things don’t go according to plan. It was as if she had written the introduction with me in mind. I keep comparing my relatively fit, strong, healthy pre-baby body with what I have now. If I look at it from my usual perspective, it’s not as good as it used to be. If I look at it with the eyes that my teacher wanted, I still have a relatively fit, strong, healthy body, I just have to rediscover what it can do if I ask it.

Physio exercises 6/7

Janathon day five: Spar treatment

It was wet, there was housework to be done (well Ginge had to deal with the twelfth night aftermath of choosing a ten foot tall Christmas tree) and I spent much of today in fleecy pyjamas. To be honest, the day took a while to get going because I’m finding that I’m completely knackered in the mornings at the moment. Before Mini-Ginge came along, I was an early bird – I consider morning to be the best part of the day (and am convinced that the day is pretty much over by about two in the afternoon). At the moment, I’m getting up to do a 4/5am feed and feeling quite awake afterwards. I keep thinking about getting up and doing stuff, but choose to get another couple of hours shut-eye before his next breakfast. When I wake up for this feed, I’m much sleepier than I was pre-dawn. It is annoying.

Anyway, whinging over. Today’s Janathon was a family walk up to the Spar to pick up a few bits that we needed for tea (the meal, not cuppa or cream, abradypus). We did try to add a bit more of a loop on, but the wind was bitter and the only one of us not bothered by this was tucked up, asleep and cosy in his pram. It was just over a mile.

Oh, and I did do my physio exercises before the midnight cut-off, but I’m still a set behind because I’ve only just eaten and Sherlock’s on in a bit.

Tomorrow I am venturing to the actual gym. I can only use two pieces of equipment, can’t find my locker padlock and am not sure that I have any kit that looks ok or at least doesn’t run the risk of indecency charges.


Please note the time at the top

Physio exercises (at time of writing 4/5).