Why did I think it was a good idea to do one half marathon every Sunday in March?
I am drastically underprepared, owing to that horrible cold at the beginning of February. I think it’s going to be a disaster. And a slow one at that (the weather forecast is not exactly favourable for tomorrow. Wind. Rain. Yuck.)
Moan whinge worry. And all of this is voluntary. I wonder about my sanity. Sometimes.
I’ve run both days (10 miles Saturday, 2 miles today) in panicked preparation for Molto March Mezzo Marathon Madness. I don’t feel quite half marathon ready, but I will get round.
Here I am after my mid week run.
I have done seven loads of laundry. The supermarket shop. Changed the sheets (always an epic undertaking as the mattress is so heavy). Sorted the guidemin. Sorted a lot of Brownie uniform to work out what’s saleable and what’s not. Worked out how to mend the toadstool. Made chilli and soup.
It’s Thinking Day, so we shared badge tab photos. I need a third boob, really, to wear all of mine at once.
I have helped shift stuff to and from the division stores. Prepared for thinking day. Done the supermarket shop. Read most of the paper and concluded that I have busy woman syndrome.
And, as a direct result of that assertion, plonked myself on the sofa for a couple of hours to watch Carry On Nurse and knit. Probable worthwhile. The week was full… Meeting leaders, going to GOSH, moving brownies clobber, running 8 miles in sheer panic about the half marathons, catching up on laundry and going to yoga with Mary Portas (her hair is vibrant). I didn’t say hello. I merely concluded that my yoga studio really does have famous people there. I never really believed them until that point.
Here. Have a knitting photo.
13 day old husky puppy! Welcome Husky Unit 1 airborne!
Rarely see my husband so incredibly happy. Best Valentine Ever.
Here is a picture of a wind chilled woman. Who has finally conquered a red run for the first time in 8 years. Who on her first attempt down it panicked and fell over, and had to be picked up by her instructor. Who then went up, later on in the day, on her tod, as the light began to fade, and skied down in control, without crossing her skis, or falling over, or bursting into tears.
Here is a woman who took great pleasure in screaming at the top of her lungs “Up yours [The Anthropologist]!” while she skied and enjoyed herself and unblocked a pretty enormous mental block.
Also, I sang a lot. Scooting down the hill going through most of the Bond songs I can remember. Makes for a more relaxing ride.
We also started a game of “hunt the lemon”. But we didn’t get very far.
Then the weather turned nasty and started throwing snow at us. Icy stingy nastiness so we stopped and bought hot chocolate. Much more civilised.
We are pondering the next trip. But first I’m going to ski down to my lesson tomorrow morning. Turns out my instructor skis on the Freestyle Moguls team for GB. There’s a nice picture of him upside down on his website (bless, he doesn’t seem to have updated it since he was 17…so about 5 years ago! I thought I was nearly old enough to be his Mum…).
Here. Have some lemon photos.
Just as the sun was setting, the nursery slope was entirely free of small children and tentative adults. So I went down as fast as I could and I shrieked aloud.
Why not. The haul of goodies came from the supermarket last night. I got sock yarn in the supermarket.
N is gently zizzing next to me. And vaguely waking up when National Geographic channel tells us something interesting. Like how to crack a safe.
I have decided that Skiing is quite fun and all previous panics and worries about it are entirely due to the bombastic teaching style of the Antropologist.
Here. Have a panorama if I can make it work.
And thus don’t run 10km in a race, but sit in bed and feel that it’s a bit tricky to breathe. Nothing earth-shattering, but enough to not want to run. Congested describes it nicely. N is running the race, and I hope it goes well. I have been coughing just from rolling over, so it’s not a good idea to be out and about right now.
This is a shame, as I had a rather nice dinner party last night, and I need to tidy up rather than lying here like a great beached platypus. A fully vegetarian and gluten-free menu was executed (it’s so much simpler if everyone eats the same thing). Bizarre flours have been bought, and all recipes were entirely new to me (this could be described as risk-taking behaviour. However, they all worked).
Raspberry Crumble (and custard. But you don’t need a recipe for custard. We bought it from the supermarket). This was particularly nice – I got the lovely heart-shaped Le Creuset (the only Le Creuset I possess) that we had as a wedding present out. It is the most superb thing. All recipes were spectacularly easy-peasy, and it was very possible to wash up as I went along, which means that the morning’s tidying up is of the minimal “corral the used candles, empty the dishwasher and change the tablecloth” variety: everything else was washed up last night. Oh yeah. The final thing is to put the Good Cutlery back in the appropriate drawer, ready to re-tarnish itself quietly in the interim between now and the next dinner party (this will not be four years…).
Next time, we may get the board games out. Just because.
In the meantime, I think I require some tea.