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Date: 12 June 2009 11:40:56
So, last night I finally had a quiet evening in to myself. I have had a wonderful week full of evenings of seeing good friends, trips to the theatre (to see Chicago), training courses, baking and tidying on top of busy days at work. And last night I had the time to stop and indulge myself.
I lay in bed watching terrible (but rather addictive) TV shows on the laptop. The one that dragged me in last night was Fat March USA. It tells the story of a group of seriously overweight Americans walk 550 miles in 10 weeks across the USA in order to lose weight and find themselves. It follows the same formula as many of these extreme weight-loss shows - team-work challenges and rewards, lots of whinging and back-biting, surprise eliminations and so on. Needless to say, I was addicted and ended up watching 3 episodes.
Partway through episode one, I had a strange urge to go for a run. I wondered if I had any appropriate clothing (and the all important well-fitting sports bra) and if I could muster the energy to crawl out of bed and go for a run. On balance, I decided that taking up running at 6 months pregnant was not altogether wise and would also result in a big telling off from Mr WF.
I then starting fantasising about going running after babyfish is born. Maybe I could apply for the Birmingham Half Marathon in October 2010. I would be fit and healthy and tanned and lose all the baby weight that I'm rapidly gaining. Yes, I know I'm deluded. But probably am even more deluded than you realise. The thing is, I hate running. I love it in theory. Pounding the streets, wind in your hair, escaping from the pressures of life. But in reality I get bored. Very quickly.
Several years ago I agreed to run a 10km race. I barely trained. And I certainly never managed to run for more than 20mins without stopping and walking back home. I did, however, managed to complete the 10k in 71mins without stopping once!
Mr WF, of course, is very excited at this development as he is an avid runner and would love me to have the same passion. I do feel that it is probably a pregnancy-related abberation in the normal functioning of my brain and will probably pass fairly quickly.