...after a lull in her running activity. Which means that my trainers were in the cupboard on the 20th June (after our 10K wine run expedition) and have been waiting patiently for me to finally get my act together. Why the break? Life getting in the way, with lots of visitors, lots of glasses of rosé wine, lots of late nights and not enough motivation to brave the heat or get up very early whilst the weather was cool enough to run.
This morning, it finally happened - thanks to Little My, aka "the Queenager", who finally decided to give C25K a try with her decrepit genitor. She had already given running a try a couple of weeks ago with her big bro Kiddo, in what she seems to have experienced as a My Mate Marmite boot camp run over 2K from which she returned red-faced and discouraged. (Kiddo has since been gently reminded of his running beginnings, when his mother ran faster than he did, and informed that little sisters do not run the same speed as him, any more than his mother does).
So today was the big day. She was very nervous about meeting anyone she knew - I told her that this was highly improbable, as no teenagers are out of bed before 10 am, let alone at the crack of dawn, unless they are running too. The only people she met were running or cycling She was thrilled when we got to the end of R1W1, and is eager to get run 2 under her belt. RESULT. I have finally got my running shoes back on, and have signed Kiddo and I up for a 10 k in Avignon in September. RESULT. Happy days!