Up and running

I finally feel I can say "I've been for a run", not a jog or lollop. Its something I've been putting off doing for many years, but I've managed to lace up my shoes and get going. It was mainly thanks to Evan waking up a 5am for a feed every morning, which gave me an opportunity to go out for a bit, and to Ben for suggesting I buy a new pair of trainers from a fancy running shop.

The fastest I've been around the 7 km Bay run is 38 minutes. As I stopped and looked at my watch, 2 strapping young men asked me how fast I'd run, and then sheepishly admitted it had taken them 53 minutes. Either they were being very kind to me, or they had stopped for a cuppa half way round. Anyway, it made an aging mother feel a bit better.

This week I've run around the bay twice, done a pilates class and swam 1km. Before you know it I'll be doing triathlons. It seems to the trendy thing to do at the moment. I think I'd be okay, if I could spread it out over a week, but I'm not sure about doing it all in one go.

We're in a pretty good location for all this exercise, just minutes from the bay and there's an olympic size open air pool at the end of the road. I was practically the only person in the pool last night as the sun set over one end of the water, and I felt very lucky. I was also glad there was nobody there to see me almost drown myself trying to do somersault turns.