Apparently today’s official Day was run to work day, but I’m still on maternity leave so I just ran up and downstairs several times while I tried to convince Mini-Ginge that he needed a nap.
I probably should have done some actual running outside, but I fell asleep again.
Tonight’s yoga took in some lunges and some slightly more convincing planks. The positive that I’m taking out of today is that my back’s feeling a bit better.
Visit I can. I will who has put together the blog roll.
Right click on the the link to the OPML file and Save As or Save Link As
Log in to your Feedly account (if you’re anything like me, this will take longer than any of the rest of the process).
*UPDATED* Feedly has made this bit easier, just click on Organize on the left of the screen
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So I reached the point of wanting to make changes, I made lots of positive decisions and then hid under a rock for a fortnight, paralysed with fear. For me (and I suspect many other people), fear and procrastination go merrily hand in hand. They skip around together, sticking out their tongues and blowing raspberries at me while I put things off for another day. I realised that getting back to running is terrifying me and procrastinated some more by writing a list of what’s worrying me.
1. I am scared of my pelvic floor.
Not in itself, I love my pelvic floor and can honestly say that I blindly took it for granted for 34 years. Rather, I am afraid that once I start running again all my internal organs will come crashing through my pelvic floor like the chandelier in Only Fools and Horses.
2. I am scared of not being able to run.
When I first started running, I knew that I couldn’t run and it was a ridiculous folly to even try, but what the hell. I was pleasantly surprised that I could lumber along for a reasonable distance and sometimes people would give me a medal for doing so. Now I know that I used to be able to run, I am scared that I won’t be able to do it as well as I used to.
3. I am scared of my extra weight.
Well not scared exactly, but I know what it’s like when I run with a few extra pounds and it’s not very nice. Having an extra stone to deal with means a lot of unpleasantly jiggly back fat.
4. I am scared of needing to pee
Again, not quite scared, but my bladder is less trustworthy than it was and I don’t want to add diving into bushes to the stress that I’m alreading putting myself under.
5. I am scared of running outside
I think this is a combination of 2 and 3 in that I have convinced myself that the village youths will mock the red-faced, jiggling woman as she wheezes along. Ginge cheerfully suggested that I run through the fields, but I know that this will inevitably result in me being murdered*.
So after sitting in a pile on the kitchen table for the last fortnight, my running kit finally had an outing to the gym on Wednesday (after going for an M&S bra fitting – there’s nothing like being left topless with changing room mirrors to sharpen the mind and the motivation). I did run/walk intervals on the treadmill and if you didn’t look too hard, it almost looked like I was running again. I have been back today and lived to tell the tale. I may go back again, but I really need to pluck up the courage to get outside because ultimately I do hate the treadmill.
*Googling the name of our village and ‘murder’ reveals that the last one was 20 years ago. I will concede that I might be being slightly irrational with that one
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.
Regular readers might have noticed that my tiny companion is generally asleep during our Janathon activities. After being let off yesterday’s efforts because of his vaccinations (he had a note from his mum alright), today was his day to have the fun.
Unfortunately, we didn’t enjoy the best night’s sleep and our departure was hindered by a late nappy change, but somehow, despite this, we ended up on time for our first session of baby yoga.
There is a lot more tickling involved in baby yoga than my normal class, and there are more nursery rhymes than chanting, but oooh, it was fun. I think Mini-Ginge enjoyed it – I know I definitely did. We warmed up with some breathing, stretching and tickling, before moving onto some baby massage and then the postures themselves. I think my favourite was a kind of horseback warrior. It was down to me to do the warrior bit, while Mini-Ginge perched on my leading leg clippety-clopping homeward bound.
Apparently we normally do some mum yoga as well, but it’s all very fluid depending on how all the babies are enjoying themselves and this being week one, there wasn’t enough time. We finished off with a guided relaxation, during which Mini-Ginge decided he wanted a snack – I suppose this is better than falling asleep which is what his mum usually does…
I realise that this wasn’t very Athony from my point of view, so in the afternoon we had a brisk half hour walk to blow away the cobwebs.
Physio exercises 6/8 – I have written off today because I want to be in bed before midnight.
Travelling Hopefully 