I love me Bunnies, but there are plenty of instances in which they drive me up the wall. Eating too slowly, whining, arguing with each other – these are the main fare. Come to think of it, there’s not much on the list but Every. Single. Day. of this, 8 days a week, has gradually, just gradually, been edging me towards …. let’s not go there right now, shall we?
Earlier this week, I decided I had enough. I figured I had to do something before I burst.
So I started running again. I mulled over the best time to do it, and figured that since Piglet wakes up almost every hour after 3 or 4 am, trying to get up before dawn to run would simply be a walk in the clouds. (I kid you. Not!)
Instead, after the Bunnies got to bed nice and early, I did the usual house-clean as fast as I could and hit the treadmill. With the TV on. And my lovely New Balance shoes.
I love my New Balance shoes. I will never buy Nike again.
If my crummy camera was in working order, I’d have taken a photo of my lovely shoes, but it’s a downright lousy camera requiring battery replacements every week.
So. I have no photo. Nothing but the best for my blog.
I managed 2 km in 22 minutes that first run on Tuesday, pretty far off from the days when I used to run 6 km everyday – the days before marriage and kids!
Tonight, I ran a second time, same distance but cut down my time by 2 minutes. Maybe watching Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall at River Cottage at the same time had something to do with it? (I love the man. He farms, he cooks. Enough said.)
I’m keeping up, Bunnies. Keeping up.
Getting back my love for running, my body back, and praying a lot more besides.
Watch out for more stunt kicks from me.