A week that starts with a surplus of cake can’t be bad at all can it? Normally not. But somehow this one was yet again a bit on the ‘meh’ side. Boring and uneventful. Nothing to report other than going to work and cooking dinner and all the dreadful household stuff you have to do that never gets any less. Bleugh.
I did however, finally, and I am ashamed to admit this, go back to running again. Not for the starting running again but very much for not doing so for erm …. about ten months. I am not overweight but after three kids, any excess fat I have very rudely accumulates around my waste and creates this look of permanent semi progressed pregnancy that is really unflattering. In other words I am sporting a muffin top that is decorating my favourite jeans in the most unflattering way.
Last year, I had been really disciplined with my diet and running and had a great figure over the summer, but then let it slip when we had a hot spell as I really struggle to run when it is extremely hot. So this was the week when I decided enough is enough and I need to exercise again. For body and mind. And to look better in those jeans again.
Dear Lord, I am an unfit blob. I did manage four runs. All around 3k, but I swear I was close to dying on every single one. My legs were killing me. My body aches and I sound like a steam train every time I am out there. But I will persevere. Because I like running. And if I repeat this often enough, I really will.
Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.