Well he’s back and apart from a slightly sore heel he is remarkably well. So well in fact that he is seriously considering doing the Great Yorkshire Run in four weeks time. Well that’s good then. Just half the amount of time he had to train for the last thing. Signing up for the mountains seems to awoken a fitness monster. Add to that his current enthusiasm to go to the climbing wall and I’ll be lucky if I ever see him.
An inevitable consequence of his fitness enthusiasm is the immense amount of guilt I feel when I sit watching TV. So today I rejoined Ladyzone (I know, here we go again). Anyway I did my half an hour circuit and felt much better about myself. Especially since I’d amazingly managed to still be under eleven stone as my starting point. I was positive and quite enthusiastic. Until I came home and spoke to my seemingly bionic husband. Ok I’ll keep trying at the gym but I clearly need to find whatever hidden natural talent I have somewhere because it sure as hell it isn’t in the fitness arena. Maybe I am secretly an excellent poet. I’m sure I could beat him in a haiki competition.
Other than all that it’s been a bit of an odd day. My baby spent her first day away from me in childcare. I cried. She didn’t. That’s the right way round at least. In retrospect I should have gone to the spa or at least gone shopping to somewhere other than the supermarket. I’m not sure what I really did do today to be honest. Brooded mostly. I’ll get used to it eventually. Maybe next week I’ll use the time to work on my rhyming couplets.
And tonight I’m watching the British Bake Off. Which features another thing I’m terrible at. Today has not been so good for emotions and self esteem. But tomorrow is another day and I’ll be spending it being a mum which I am usually quite good at. Specifically I’ll be helping to make monsters so it should be a good day.
*Newsflash* Scratch the idea that Paul is “considering” the Great Yorkshire Run – he’s gone and signed up. Now he’s out for a run in the dark. Anyone know a good nutritionist? It’s hard enough cooking well balanced meals for growing children and adults without managing to feed an aspiring Olympic athlete. Help!