start running again

I did this and I did it well. I ran , on average, just over once a week.I spent at least 33 hours of last year running! Running helped me loose my baby weight and more importantly improved my mood and gave me time to think.
I am going to continue running and try to push myself a little harder in 2007.

In a pointless stupid me-me-me mood this morning. Forced my sour face out into the sunshine and felt something else.

Running in the dark again after a day spent cuddling Esme, drawing fish and getting lots of glisteny-green snotrocket kisses. She’s sooooo cute even when poorly:)

Running after work more confidently in the dark now. Safer without music but my day at school was good enough to get me round without fixating on anything gloomy. All my students’ reports written. I am awesome! Don’t get to say that often!

Running is hard because I’m worried about being away from my baby girl overnight for the first time. Her daddy has just returned from a week climbing in Spain and I’m feeling guilty about being away from them both to go to see Autechre in Manchester, an all-night rave in old brewery warehouses.I’m 34. I’m a mummy. I must be crazy.I force myself round my usual route.
18 hours later I’m still awake and dancing and still 34 and a mummy and it’s fun afterall. Hooray!

sprinting from my car to the sports centre for my pump class taking the steps two a time and feeling aware that I am feeling wonderful
for a moment

Hooray! I ran very gently this morning as I had been v sick during my half term week (BOO!) and had consumed very little food. It felt good and I knew I was better by the time I arrived back at my front door.

One week on from my 10k I did my old 5k route and it was STILL really hard. Then I went to visit Battersea Power Station with my friends and we rode bicycles! Hooray!

I ran the 10k in Hyde Park in 1 hour six minutes and 36 seconds and this was a whole ten minutes faster than my fastest training time so I was pleased. I tried to keep up with Mat for the first kilometer but after I lost sight of him I found it harder to push myself and continue weaving through the crowd of other runners. The last 3k were difficult because I could feel that my feet had blistered and I was reminded of my need for new trainers; eight years is probably good enough service.
At the finish line there were lots of beautiful women in their sunglasses and I thought about my friends and it was hard to continue.
My main memory of today was not the elation of finishing but the panic I felt when I realised, on the way out of the park, that I had dropped my friend’s house keys. This made everybody, understandably, exasperated and cross :(

My virtual running partner gave me a cheer for my rubbish last run and it inspired me to do it properly today. I actually felt my heart beating and my lungs hurt – for part of the run anyway. Three minutes off my usual time proved that the extra effort paid off.
Horror – I just saw in my diary that the 10k race I signed up for is on Sunday. Noooooooooo!