The Habulous Blog

It was one of those nights, when after finally settling into a well deserved deep sleep the bedroom door opened and there stood a zombie (otherwise known as my daughter, Ffion)  not only did the Zombie wake us but she also expected an immediate solution to her inability to settle down.  There was nothing for it but to throw back the covers and cram her into our standard sized bed, hours later when no one but Ffion was sleeping I pondered the sense of our actions.  Luckily she returned to her own bed, at some point in the early hours which left enough space for Paul and I to catch a few winks.

The morning was a beautiful one and I had planned to do a long run (that’s 7 miles for me at the moment, quite some way off the 26.2 miles I’ll be running in April, OMG 26.2 miles, insane springs to mind). 

I did make it outside the house after several attempts to vacate my bowels (I know this is something you might not want to know about but can you think of anything worse than getting caught short when your nowhere near a real flushing toilet?)  For some reason running gets my bowels moving which is not a good thing, now I have no problems with wild weeing but wild pooping is another story, it just doesn’t appeal to me at all. I’ve heard those horror stories from friends who have been caught short, managed to find what they considered to me a private spot, found suitable substitute toilet roll (normally moss or leaves, but I have heard of socks being used too), prepared themselves and started the job at hand, only to have several beefy marines pop up from their hiding place in full camouflage and catch them in the act.  For this reason alone I am paranoid about leaving the house for a long run without having fully prepared.

It was bloody cold out there, and with the cold came the ice, now I can actually ice skate but running and ice skating should not be done at the same time.  Sense kicked in and I had to walk in places to avoid that embarrassing fall.  I did survive the run but really did begin to feel wary of the distance I need to cover in the led up to April.  Running isn’t just about the ability to put one foot in front of the other, it’s the mental battle of believing you can do it.  My mind likes to put obstacles in my path, if you make it past that tree you can walk for a bit, or better still If you run this without stopping again you can drink wine or gin. For some reason, that one worked. 

I have now settled down for the evening, the correct atmosphere created by burning one of my Wild Wreath wax melts (my current favourite), fire is lit and of course  I feel very righteous as I open one of those bottles of wine mentioned yesterday and counteract the 950 calories I burnt off on my run this morning. 

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The idea of writing a blog scares me, I mean really, really, scares me, but I can’t keep on procrastinating forever...   

The dogs need a walk, I have to place some orders for the stores, I must sit down at my wheel and get making, the rota’s need doing and on and on the list goes.  My biggest excuse to myself has been that I’m dyslexic and I really don’t have a knack with words, but the idea of blogging has been niggling at me for some time so if you are feeling  brave enough to attempt to read my ramblings, I’ll try to do it

I have quite a varied busy life, throwing pottery, making melts and running two lifestyle stores.  I like to keep busy and take on new challenges especially those of a creative nature (I’m a serial crafter in my spare time) and for a number of years I have wanted to run the London Marathon.  I really can’t explain my desire to run 26.2 miles but it’s been on my wish list for too long to ignore.  I mean who wouldn’t  want to loose a toe nail or three and wake up on those cold mornings in the middle of winter and go running in the snow or hail? 

I’m one of those lucky ones who has managed to secure a golden bond place for the 2017 London Marathon, I’m going to be running for a small charity called Back Care.  They are one of those lesser known charities that do some pretty amazing work but struggle to raise funds, so the money raised by their London Marathon runners is critical to their existence.

So in my attempts to raise funds and just to bore you all senseless,  I’m going to try too blog about my life, my training for the Marathon and attempts to raise as much as possible for Back Care.

But before I start all of that I need to enjoy the wine that’s just arrived.  Virgin Wine have kindly sent me 6 bottles of wine as a thank you for fund raising through them.  Now that’s my kind of thank you.  As  much as I am extremely grateful for this wonderful gift, it is going to do very little to help with my training.  Wine guzzling or running, got it wine guzzling and running. 

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