Janathon day four: Napping valley

After a morning of milk and nappies, Mini-Ginge and I readily accepted an invitation to go for a walk with his gran this afternoon.

We decided to venture into Cuerden Valley (home of the Cuerden Valley parkrun which started when I was pregnant and I am, perversely, looking forward to doing. I say perversely because I have a neat trick of forgetting that ‘valley’ equals ‘hills’). The walk was spent setting the world to rights, discussing diets and working out the best way to manoeuvre a pram through kissing gates. Oh, and working on my canine recognition skills when I saw a very bouncy dog that seemed to have springs for legs and cheerfully announced “you can tell why they’re called springer spaniels” for my mum to reply, “it’s a red setter…”. Back to the I-spy books for me.

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I’m not sure how far or how long we walked for, but it was at least an hour and there was definitely some valley involved with the route. We would have kept going for a bit longer, but the daylight was going and as mum pointed out, his pram doesn’t have headlights. Himself (of course) slept for the duration.

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Oh, and whilst I am medically exempt from the pyjama plank challenge, Mini-Ginge tried his best with one this morning.

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The boy has better core stability than I could ever wish for.

Physio 3/4 (at the time of writing. I do intend this to be rectified, I’m just waiting for my tea to settle).

Janathon day three: canal yomping

Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer walking along water (along, not on, I’ve not got that much of a complex) than say, a dual-carriageway. I had toyed with a new route, but twitter advised me that the area was on flood alert, so I decided to have a yomp on the canal where the tidal risk is somewhat lower.

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With the Met Office threatening heavy rain all day, I realised that I’d have to time this well to avoid looking like a really irresponsible parent. It wouldn’t be so bad if I had been taking Mini-Ginge in his pushchair, but I had a feeling that the towpath might be a bit too puddled and I had opted for putting him in his sling. If there was a downpour, I would have a very soggy baby…

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We opted for my usual stretch with the intention of just doing half an hour. However, the sun kept shining, the sky was blue and himself was sound asleep, so we kept on going and ended up doing 50 minutes. Now, I must be suffering from Garmin deprivation because I found myself thinking “I could just round it up, just five minutes extra on the end and then turn back round…”. As I started to set off on my just five minutes extra, the sky darkened and I made it back to the car just in time…

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Oh, and I did my physio exercises as well. They are still hard.

Physio 3/3

Janathon day two: Bird on a stick

Alright, I’ll admit it, one of the reasons that I didn’t practise my physio exercises was that I was a bit cocky. “This is just like dead easy yoga” I said to myself, “this will be a walk in the park” said I. Ha. And double ha. At today’s class I moved up to Level Two and I was rubbish. Some exercises I was fine with, but trying to do a clam with my bottom leg raised off the floor? No chance. I was wobbling like a jelly on a seesaw.

Once I recovered from the embarrassment of being caught trying to look better at it than I actually was, I swore blind that this time I will practise them before the next class (23rd January if anyone wants to nag).

After the class, Ginge and I took the mini one for a walk round the lodge, stopping to get a bit of lunch before we headed home. At this point I made the rash decision to go back up the short steep hill rather than the long, slow hill. Now, I can’t actually run this hill at the best of times and judging by my inability to push a pram up it without going extremely red in the face, I won’t be running it any time soon. On the plus side, Mini-Ginge and I have found our hill training (he slept through it despite the bumpy pavement and the sound of his mother wheezing). With an added loop from walking to baby clinic, this was a good three miles and is likely to be one of our regular Janathon walks (I apologise now for the repetitive bird photos).

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Janathon day one: Plan? What plan?

My plan for Janathon was that Mini-Ginge and I would get out for a daily walk. Our good intentions didn’t even last the first day. The weather was terrible, himself was being a hungry boy and we both agreed that it was a much better idea to stay in and have a brew with his gran.

Hels had set a Janathon challenge of doing a pyjama plank and whilst I happily volunteered to do the PJ wearing, I’m still banned from some abdominal exercises so I can’t plank (because I would have been planking daily if I was allowed. Honest.). The ban (along with high impact exercise) was imposed by the lovely physio that I’m seeing regarding the after effects of Mini-Ginge’s arrival. With all of Dr Big Hands’ messing around, my pelvic floor is not quite as well laid as it was previously. The result of this is that I’m now a very loud cheerleader for pelvic floor exercises and was referred to a post-natal exercise group for core stability.

The first group was a few weeks ago and I have been practising my exercises religiously since then. Oh hang on, I haven’t actually done them since the last session. Ooops. So day one of Janathon has been a set of my physio exercises just so I can hold my head slightly higher when I go to the class tomorrow.

The exercises are very familiar to me as there’s some overlap with yoga and some overlap with the physio I did for my ITB a couple of years ago, I just need to actually do them to make them work…

Oh, and just to keep Hels happy, I donned my foxy pyjamas specially for the occasion.

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