And none of my organs fell out into the mud. And schlepping about with the baby in the sling seems to have made me fitter than I realised because at the end of my 1 minute runs I was a) still breathing through my nose and b) hungry hungry hungry for more.
Maybe I wept a little bit with the unadulterated joy of being out after such a long hiatus and a pretty near-deathy kind of labour that left me mutilated and anaemic. Or maybe it was just rain on my face. And eyeballs. 😉
It is flipping beautiful out there!