As you might suspect from the insanely original title of this post, I am facing a bit of a running regression at the moment. I think it is down to reduced fitness. I quite the personal trainer about a month ago now. M said he wouldn’t pay for it anymore as it wasn’t “working” ie I wasn’t getting skinny enough. And then he said he would and then he said he wouldn’t and then we were separating and it just isn’t in my budget when I already have a gym membership anyway.
But the gym isn’t so easy as the toddler doesn’t go well with people she doesn’t know – the only way we can change that is to make her go more often but it’s a bit of trial and I feel bad at the moment as she is spending more time without me due to the separation and it is making her more clingy. I don’t want to push her.
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I cannot flipping well stand the fucking dinner time routine and it is so conveniently part of every. single. night. Everyone has their least favourite parenting activity and I am pretty sure this one is mine (shortly followed by bath time if I’m honest).
As I don’t enjoy cooking all that much – well not that nightly meal everyone seems to need to eat – I am constantly looking for hacks.
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I didn’t actually know there was a runner within me at all until I was about 36 years old* and even then I was just trying it on for size. I never actually expected her to be in there, waiting for me to free her.
In my hey day I was a cigarette smoking party girl so running, Continue reading “The Runner Within Me”