Running, running, running...

As you might have guessed, I've started running. I'm not really one for running - I don't mind exercise in general - I'll happily ride half an hour to and from work each day, I love going for a walk or a swim, but running? No thanks. It's just not my thing. I may have even been heard to say (perhaps a little rashly) that I would rather stick pins in my eyes than go for a run. And yet here I am. Running.

It's just that it's gotten to the point where I either have to do something drastic or stop eating cake, and given that not eating cake is simply NOT AN OPTION, I decided to do something drastic. I won't bore you with the details but I came to the conclusion that running is the best solution for me at the moment. Several of my friends had recommended the 'Couch to 5K' app (unless I have someone - or in this case something (Johnny the Zombie - "Braaaaains…..") telling me to start running NOW, it simply won't happen) and so that is what I'm doing. 

So. I ordered hubby to be home from work by 5.30 so that he could get the little ones ready for bed in my absence, I laced up my exceptionally old trainers, I set 'Pink' playing on my iPhone (don't judge me OK? It's good running music..) and set off. And do you know what? I actually enjoyed it! It might be hard to say whether it was really the exercise that I enjoyed, or that fact that I was quite literally running away from the house that contained my two lovely, but often exhausting, little children and all their accompanying mess and destruction. I don't suppose it really matters in any case. I did some exercise, got some fresh air, mentally recharged my batteries and came home happy and feeling perfectly justified in having a glass of wine, a bowl of pasta and some chocolate.. Happy Days.