The previous day I had felt a little bit sluggish after a bottle of fizz shared with Mr L to toast our baby’s first birthday and it made me think (yet again) how much better exercise makes me feel than drinking ever does and, it made me wonder why people (read ME) continually hanker after a glass (read bottle) of something after a hard day (read most days).
I am making myself out to be some sort of turps drinking alcoholic which I definitely am not, but the fact remains, exercise makes me feel amazing and, now I am a mum, it gives me some much-needed time out to clear my head and hear something other than ‘The Wheels on the Bus’ or ‘When Santa got stuck up the chimney’ (yes, still). Even when these are sung in the cutest voice ever, they can become a little mind bending after the 19th rendition. Ditto ‘The magic porridge pot’.
However, I have experienced this exercise euphoria before and then headed back to the dark side. On a cold evening the lure of the lounge, the snug of the sofa and the whisper of the wine has been all too much and I’ve slid down that slippery slope quicker than you can say lard arse so, in a bid to keep me on the straight and narrow I am writing down why I need to continue this time…
IF YOU ARE OUT RUNNING YOU ARE NOT…
Literally sniffing a human bum to check for excrement
Attempting to chip dried on weetabix off the floor/table/chair/child without damaging said item
Reading ‘Going to the Park’ AGAIN. It is a truly rubbish book
OR listening to;
BAA BAA Black Sheep
5 Little Monkeys
A head banging into something/someone followed by the above
Muma, Muma, Muma where arrrrrrrrrre you??
Peppa bloody Pig
That stupid yoga programme before In the Night Garden
Ben and Holly’s little Kingdom (this makes me waver in my resolve so note that you have Iplayer and can watch Nanny Plums antics on catch up!)
64 64 64 Zoo Lane
A mini babybel with your head in stuck so far into the fridge your ears are blue just so your off spring can’t see what you are doing.
Another plastic food picnic which has been chewed and slobbered on by innumerable children
The cold, mashed remains of your kids dinner (again)
OR Talking about;
How your child compares/doesn’t compare to others of their age
Returning to work and feeling guilty
Not returning to work and feeling like you have no identity (or money)
How crap you are as a mother/wife/human because you aren’t able to run a house as well as a 1950’s domestic goddess who also had the waist measurement of a knat and one hell of a hairdo.
However, If you are out running you are doing the following;
Increasing your life expectancy (30 minutes of running 3 times a week will add 3yrs to your life)
Earning Cake (I mean losing weight)
Boosting your mood (regular exercise can help those with mild to moderate depression)
Improving your looks (something to do with more oxygen in your blood and all that)
Feeling smug (this could just be me!)
BOOM- I’m sold and I am keeping it up! I AM.
To that end, I have committed to completing 4 1/2 marathons this year and have either entered or have my eye on the following races already…
- btr Liverpool Half Marathon on 23rd March
- The Liverpool Rock n Roll Half Marathon on on 25th May
Fancy joining me?! Sipping a pint whilst wearing a medal and a finishers tee-shirt is the kind of drink I will always love!!
PS- What do you listen to if/when you run? I need to improve my playlist