A mother on the run

I run a little. I'm no Paula Radcliffe but I enjoy it. I've been running now for oh, over 10 years I suppose. It surprised me a little because it was something I hated when I was younger but getting out with a couple of friends, jogging and chatting, albeit in short sentences does me the world of good. I'll never see a race from the front of the pack that's for sure, my faster days are way past (if they ever existed) but 45 minutes out in the fresh air, getting red-faced and out of puff is just fab.

I'll try to get around to blogging my weekly run totals. They're not marathon distances :-D

This week
Monday 3 miles
Friday 2 1/2 miles (but fast)
Sunday 4 and a bit miles (big hill)

I've been to the gym twice too this week but I don't run there, I crosstrain, row and do some weights. For some reason I don't get on with treadmill running - I can't relax, it makes me tense and my legs ache (more than usual!) Hopefully I'm going to get out this week, walk my favourite route and take some photos.

Witterings and Procrastination

I've broken my mobile. Dropped it on the kitchen floor and now the screen is blank. I need a new hoover and a sandwich toaster.

That's the wittering over.

I'm still not doing. I'm procrastinating and dithering and being unproductive.

So today I need to; plant out some bedding (but first get some compost and a new pot), get the camera back from the repair shop (hurrah!), do some washing & ironing, think what to have for tea. I hate thinking what to have for tea (dinner if you're that way inclined) It is the bane of my life. I don't mind the buying and the cooking, just the actual decision making. And this, reader, is the root of the problem. Procrastination.

Update - tea is steak and roasted veg, the washing got done but only a little of the ironing, the camera is back. I haven't planted out because I refuse to pay £14.99 for a 'fake stone' plastic pot!! Well I tried.

Don't panic! Don't panic!

I'm picking up our new car today. Well, it's new for us being just 3 years old. Our other car had become less than reliable and it was making me nervous; the thought of breaking down in the middle of the rush hour puts me into a bit of a panic.

And talking of panic, all this talk of a swine flu pandemic is a little OTT isn't it? Or is it? Should we be worried? Should we be confined to barracks and stocking up on tinned goods? I'll be OK there though as my mum is always in readiness for the next disaster, be it a water shortage (she has lots of bottled), dirty bomb (duct tape for the windows) or a shortage of gas (camping gas canisters). Her house is the destination on the zombie plan.

Still, the Bank Holiday approaches and I have a lovely long weekend away from work. Don't worry, Be Happy!

Late again - the Sunday photo...

Emily is still without her camera so this week's offering is a self portrait from her mobile.

Time flies when you're having fun.......!?

I'm not sure where this week went. One moment it was there stretching in front of me and now it's almost over. I seem to have done very little. It's not been helped mind you by the car deciding that it's terminally ill and languishing in the garage. It's been grumpy for a while now but appears to have decided that enough is enough, and that we must aquire another. I like shopping but would prefer that it wasn't for a new motor. Emily's camera is also broken and as you can imagine she is somewhat bereft without it.

We did manage to get out for a good walk this week (for walk read 7 mile hike). Dovedale is a short drive from us and we walked from there up to Milldale, then up and over to Bunster Hill and Ilam. It was, well, invigorating shall we say?


Footbridge over the Dove.


This is the view of Dovedale from Bunster Hill.

Photographs courtesy of Neil Haslewood at www.walkthelakes.co.uk

It's that time of the week again...

The Friday Photo

Emily. With strange specs.