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Turns out I still quite like running :D I’m not sure I’m any good at it mind you. Doc said start at 20 mins per day and work up, but I’ve only managed to crack 10 minutes in my 2 runs so far this week (#3 tonight all being well). I don’t know whether it’s my lack of fitness since having the kids/buying a car/not walking 1.5miles to work daily etc but I just feel like I should be doing better?
That said, where I live is basically hills in every direction, and while the down is not so bad, the coming back up is a bitch. The route I’ve decided to run basically goes from about 400ft to nearly 500ft IIRC in terms of altitude so that’s a fairly steep incline to come back up. I can’t avoid it either: running another street would just bring me to another bloody hill.
Oh, and my pelvic pain from pregnancy is back. Not sure what that’s about.
We are camping this weekend at Natural Mamas Big Camp (please don’t attempt to burgle my house, my house sitters would probably not appreciate it) & having done a test camp in Karl’s mum’s garden a couple of weeks ago I have prepared the ultimate family camping checklist in anticipation:
- Sleeping pills
And that’s just for the kids.
Seriously though… on the test camp we took out the big tent to discover a missing pole, and then we remembered that the pole broke when we camped when I was about 38 weeks pregnant with Izz back in 2009 (which I kinda assumed I’d blogged about but looking back, I hadn’t? Must have been due to the move at the time). Karl’s mum had replaced the pole but we couldn’t find it so we ended up using a cramped pop-up tent.
At the end of the test camp while waiting for my mum to come and jump start Karl’s car battery (don’t ask) we found the pole, so thought aha.. all’s well that ends well. In what I assumed was a fit of paranoia this afternoon, Karl took the poles out of the tent bag to go through everything and we discovered that actually, the replacement pole was also knackered because after 3 years in the roof of the garage, the mice had eaten through the elastic that holds it all together (in several places).
Of course, being the day before a fairly major festival in the UK events calendar, most indepedent retailers etc are running low on stocks of tents, so we had to do a dash to chain store Halfords for their cheapy hope-it-doesn’t-rain-too-much tent pack + sleeping bags etc for £80 or thereabouts. And we also bought a fold up camping kettle because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I’ve just realised I forgot to buy a bottle of wine to numb the pain of sleeping on airbeds. Shit.
Oh well, if nothing else at least we have Tattooed Mummy’s camping list to make sure we don’t forget anything else. Much.