OK. Still 6 months post baby #2. This 6 month mark feels like it’s been going for a really… long… time…
Sick of jogging. Sick of gym. Sick of Tabata. Feeling crap and unmotivated.
I know. Boo hoo. Poor me.
So today… Slapped myself around the face (“MAN UP!”) then went and did some hill sprints. My level of enthusiasm was akin to that of a squashed hedgehog.*
* I know. Not the example I would have used either. But not uncommonly used it seems… Personally I like the bizarreness of it.
2km run to hill
12 hill sprints (pic)
2 km run (crawl) home
Put baby girl down under a tree on the hill (what is it about babies and filtered sunlight through trees? They’re like The Beatles in their latter days).
Sooo, as you can see from the pic, there aren’t many people around. Actually there isn’t anyone else around.
I’m doing sprints, and each time I come down the hill (recovery) I smile/ wink/ wave/ pant/ have a coronary to baby girl.
Then this couple (turn out to be American – just being mean, just factual) are walking down the hill (SURELY they have seen the interaction between bebe et moi?)
The man comes towards me, shouting and waving his finger angrily “IS THIS YOUR BABY?”
“Er, yes.” (Dude, I don’t make a habit out of entertaining other peoples’ kids. I can barely entertain my own)
“AND YOU ARE RUNNING WHILE SHE LIES HERE?”
“Yes.” (The man’s a genius)
(Really shouting now…) “THIS IS DANGEROUS. WE THOUGHT THIS WAS AN ABANDONED BABY!”
“Um, oh. Nope, she’s mine.” (OK, this is getting weird)
“YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT A SIGN UP SAYING ‘MOM RUNNING’ OR SOMETHING!”
Whatever you say, fool.