British Mummy Blogger of the Week

>> Sunday, 11 April 2010

I. Can. Hardly. Move.


It's all my own fault, of course. I brought it entirely on myself. There's no-one else responsible for it. What did I do? Something almost criminally stupid.

I went for a run this morning.

Well, when I say, 'a run', maybe that's not entirely what happened. It's certainly what I envisaged when I woke at 8am (it's Sunday, hurrah!), and the sun was shining, the birds were tweeting, and Husband was still snoring. 'I know!' I thought. 'Why don't I capitalise on a week's hard skiing and give those highly toned muscles a work-out. Just so I don't lose the benefit, you know...'

So I creaked out of bed, gave the children their breakfast and squeezed into my sports kit, ignoring the inevitable comparisons between myself, a sausage and it's skin. I spent a good, oh, 5 minutes warming up, and then I set off.

I didn't have any lofty goals, you understand. Fully aware of the fact that it was 4 months since my last gym visit, I only planned to run around the edge of the compound - a 10 minute gentle jog, at most - before heading home.

Ha.

My excursion did last 10, minutes, that's true. But it was only around 2/3 of the way around the compound and was at least 40% walking (bear in mind here that this is a blog, and I am taking full opportunity of poetic license when I use the term 'run'. Stagger might be more appropriate). By the time I got home I was a wheezing, panting, sweaty mess who above all else was grateful for the fact that, this being the first Sunday of the Easter break, most of our neighbours were out of the country and therefore not witness to my humiliating tangle with the goddess Exercise.

And now, I can't really sit down.

Why would I do such a thing? I blame blogging. Specifically, in this instance, I blame this week's British Mummy Blogger of the Week. 1950's Housewife writes of herself:

'I have recently had an enforced year of housewife/motherhood thrust on me as we moved to the UK to Canada for my husband's fellowship. This blog is just a simple diary of how a working mum copes with being a SAHM.'

And my current situation is a direct result of reading - and identifying with - her post titled 'Are your friends making you fat?' Not that my friends are making me fat; not only are most of them 1500 miles away, but they most decidedly are not doing so. More with her reference to what her husband calls her 'winter coat'. I read that - and recognised myself. (Except of course, my winter coat stays on all year round... And after this morning, is likely to continue to do so.)

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7 comments:

Kate Collings 11 April 2010 at 19:40  

I can so relate to this post and I endured some serious blisters whic bleed like crazy after I played a WII Fit Dance game!

I cant blame blogging for my spouts of fitness, it was more like a bottle of wine and a few aftershocks!

Was alot of fun though despite the painful aftermath.

Take care
Kate Collings
xx

Expat mum 11 April 2010 at 23:45  

I've been so busy in the last few weeks that my workout routine has gone out the window. I am literally stiff and creaking. Must get back into it.

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings 12 April 2010 at 01:25  

That run would have been too much for me. Five minutes would have been too much for me. Ugh...reading about it made me tired.

Belgravia wife - sort of 12 April 2010 at 05:46  

I too decided to go for a run on Sunday - made it to Harvey Nichols - about 5 minutes from chez moi - Scouts pace I believe it is called. 5th floor cafe open early. Enough said. As I say to my children daily - at least you had a go....Bravo!

From Mum to Mom- my year of being Canadian housewife 12 April 2010 at 15:55  

Thank you for voting me British Mummy Blogger of the week! You truly have excellent taste (?!?)

I can't believe you chose such a self indulgent post of mine, I felt horribly smug writing about how much I am exercising. Still, better that post that the one about the workmen and the poo...

Potty Mummy 12 April 2010 at 18:52  

Hi Kate; Wii-fit seems like the latest thing - and would also ensure lack of humiliation in front the neighbours - so I think I may have to investigate!

EPM, mustn't we all...?

Lisa, I would love to say that this morning I woke up refreshed, invigorated and ready to do the whole thing again, but... no.

BW, I salute your infinite stylishness. If you're going to give up on a run, do it in HK 5th floor cafe, I say. Or Pat Val's. Or B&S. I'm not fussy...

50's Mum, I LOVED that post about the poo. It's just that - luckily for me - the running one was the post I identified with.

littleblackduckblog 21 April 2010 at 16:28  

I completley feel for you. In order to get rid of my 'mummy coat' (how quickly are you supposed to shift baby weight....19 months and counting) I am going to the gym 3 (sometimes 4) times a week. On more than one occasion I have completely over done it and as a result have been 100% unable to walk up and down the stairs at home without wanting to cry. Bit of a problem with a baby and a 3 storey house!

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