My running is in worse shape that Belinda Neals super prospects, but in the immortal words of Catherine Tate..."am I bothered though...face..bothered!"
The 2 months haven't been a complete loss, the opposite in fact, I've found about 4KGs around my torso and 4KGs in the shape of my gorgeous boy Jack. He's coming on a month old this Thursday and he's everything you could hope for in a boy.
One of each, job done I think, gonna hang up my nuts with my Saucony flats, that might look pretty good behind the door actually.
So trying to juggle home life and an increasingly impossible project at work which is doomed for a variety of reasons, yet you can't just fuck off when it gets a bit tough, although when you are being offered more money for less work with better conditions, its fucking tempting, but will keep heading into work with a whisper of optimism.
So running is just going no where fast, so trying getting back into cycling, which is crazy when I'm so strapped for time, but seems to be working, mixing spin classes easy runs and road rides. Would rather be running, but when maintaining 5mins Ks for a 50 mins run becomes an effort, it's hard to relish whacking your runners on.
Will see what the next 2 months bring!