. . . running again. Or, to be more accurate, I have been for one run.
It has literally been years since I last ran. The Buller Half Marathon in 2012 to be precise. After that I got knocked up. And then I had a small human and had no energy for anything other than basic survival. And then I went back to work and had two small humans who thought sleep was optional . . . which meant I had no energy for anything other than basic survival.
But more recently the boys have been sleeping a bit more reliably. And, alarmingly, bits of me have started to wobble. So it was time to start running again.
Last week I dug out my running shoes, checked that nothing had died inside them, and dragged my sorry arse out for a run.
It was ugly. UGLY.
By that afternoon I was in pain. I also felt a bit sick (I think I was a bit dehydrated). By the next day I could barely walk.
I didn't run again for the rest of the week. Fair to say I'm easing myself back into this exercise lark . . .
. . . we lost Little Man at the local market. Like officially, get-security-involved, lost him. First time it has happened and yes, it was a bit of a parenting low. One minute he was there, the next he wasn't. He has a habit of wandering off, secure in the knowledge that we are keeping an eye on him. But on this occasion he got away from us.
He wasn't lost for long and rationally I knew he couldn't have gone far . . . but that didn't stop my imagination running wild.
So last night I thought it was an opportune time to have 'the chat' - the one about how we never get into a stranger's car. And we never take sweets from a stranger. He seemed to take it all in. He said all the right things and nodded at all the right times, but just to be sure I went over it again one more time.
"Do you get into a stranger's cars?"
"And what do you say if a stranger offers you sweets?"
. . . we planted quite a good vege garden in our courtyard.
Or rather I should say Muz planted a vege garden. When it comes to gardens I have no vision, no interest and no patience. I am also a notorious plant-killer. I can kill a maiden hair fern just by looking at it and even cacti have died on my watch.
I admit I was a bit sceptical about the pallet planting system when Muz first talked about it. We already have a shower door as a lettuce box and another wall of the shower as a tomato house. I was a little concerned that we'd start to look like a scrap yard. But fair play to him, it worked.
A couple of observations on this whole 'having a vege garden' thing:
Around the time that all of your scrawny, sub-standard veges are ready to eat, far superior versions of them are available super cheaply down at the market.
One of the big problems of courtyard vege gardens is that you really have to stay on top of the watering. I knowing that watering is a big part of any garden operation (I'm not that stupid) but in a sun-trap courtyard, things wilt in a matter of minutes and die in hours. It also means everything bolts on you, which is pretty much what happened to all the lettuces, broccoli and cauliflower.
Muz is an ideas man but struggles with the day to day maintenance. And I, as already mentioned, have no interest or inclination whatsoever, so in the end we got a half decent crop of cherry tomatoes, some snap peas (would do them again - they were a success), a few strawberries (but never more than one per person at any given time) . . . and a cabbage.
Has to be said, not a huge fan of cabbage. Don't even know why we grew it in the first place.
Next year we've decided to simplify things and grow only what we actually want to eat - herbs, cherry tomatoes and snowpeas.