#Juneathon Day 12 – A very important day

Today is a very important day, because today is Miss Marmoset’s birthday! There are now no five-or-unders in the house and yes I am a little bit sad, as I always am at the end of my children’s birthdays. Toddler days were some of the best days of my life, I really, really enjoyed them and I still miss them.

However, I’m so very proud of her, particularly as this year she insisted on reading one of her new books to me at bedtime. There is so much exploring and discovering to be done with her, I can’t wait to get started! Image

It was tempting to slack off Juneathon today in honour of one of the most energetic days of my life ever, six years ago, but I managed to get some yoga done. The amount of thunks, cracks, clicks and whirrs from my back and neck assuring me that this was probably the best course of action for today. Also my normally rigid hamstrings appear to be developing a bit of give, as I down-faced dog this evening I was amazed that I can almost get heels to the floor whilst raising bottom high. That nagging achy hips and lower back pain thing is receding too. Give your hamstrings a good stretch gentle reader, it can make your life so much better!

Thanks for reading,

Helenx

#Juneathon Day 8, Fete Accompli

By crikey I’m tired. Today was the monkeys school Summer Fete. Being stupid enough to be on the PTA I found myself there for set-up and all the way through to clearing away.

Today’s Juneathon effort has been spent on my feet, dashing about running errands, lugging machinery and seating about, creating candy floss for a large crowd of expectant six year olds, (possibly the most aerobic thing I’ve done in years, honestly) and last but not least taking part in the Mum’s Tug O’War team. We lost but the blisters on my hands are witness to my effort levels.

Hopefully sensible (or as sensible as it gets round these parts) exercise will return from here on in.

Thanks for reading,

Helenx

#Juneathon Day 7, the nick of time…

I’m starting to feel embarrassed about how many ‘proper’ athletes there are doing Juneathon, but for what it’s worth here are my exercise efforts for today:

  • a two hour nature ramble with Barbary Boy this morning. Technically this should be an example of terrible parenting as I was supposed to be dropping him off for a visit to a local forest with the rest of his class. However there are two car parks for the forest in question and I appear to be the only parent familiar with the other car park. Cue 40 minutes looking for the another 30 kids before I give up and suggest we just ramble through the woods ourselves. Actually it was lovely, I rarely get BB to myself for any period of time and we had a grand time walking, discovering and both of us relishing a bit of ‘wagging it’. The teacher was very understanding.
  • Lugging. It’s the summer fete tomorrow and I dutifully spent a good 90 minutes heaving tables, chairs and benches about the school field in set-up mode. I must admit for someone who’s always shied away from the idea of weights, it did make me wonder if I should explore it a bit more. I’m not very strong, and I do worry a bit about bone health in my future.

Tomorrow is unlikely to see any formal exercise, although I will still be ‘on the go’ all day. Is this stretching Juneathon too far?

Thanks for reading,

Helenx

A rather sedate day two of Juneathon…

…that being said however, I’m shattered! Firstly I’m solo parenting today as the lovely Kiwi is at some cycling thingy over in West Sussex. Let’s be clear, solo parenting is serious exercise, (as anyone who’s ever done it will testify), solo parenting on the last day of the holidays with two highly reluctant to return to school monkeys, requires the kind of stamina and endurance usually found only amongst those training for ironmen events 🙂

Today there has been:

  • cycling out in the street
  • sprints out in the street
  • a whole lot of gardening, specifically lopping. Lots of lopping.
  • sticking and painting with a 5 year old (yes I’m completely comfortable calling this exercise, anyone who doubts it hasn’t done it)
  • yomping around the park

Don’t tell me none of this counts as formal ‘exercise’ my back doesn’t care to hear it!

Proper run again tomorrow.

Thanks for reading,

Helenx

First run of #Juneathon done!

And blogged before 10 am. Will I keep this up – I suspect we all know the answer to that!

I’m using a running programme from the June issue of Women’s Running. I started earlier in the week but I think I’ll repeat the first week as a) I’m a lot less fit than I thought and b) half term school holidays doesn’t really help. So one day down, 29 to go and the sun is shining. Today will be a good day. Stats are here for those interested, I confess at this stage I’m still more interested in the calories burned bit than anything else.

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Frankly, Juneathon has come at the perfect time, half term has been gloomy and there’s been a big resurgence of this action…

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At least it cheered up at the end, clouds of cow parsley and poppetting poppets.

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Thanks for reading,

Helen

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#Janathon day 4

Today’s Janathon effort involved running like a loon round the park with the smalls. We’ve raced over the assault course, done a lot of upper body strength building as I lift Miss Marmoset on and off the zip-wire, and played crocodile and pirates. Which is essentially me being the crocodile chasing the ‘pirates’ when they’re foolish enough to venture off their ‘ship’. It was lots of fun but yes, I have to acknowledge the foot is not happy – I’ve made an appointment to see the doctor next week. I’m hoping it’ll be a physio thing and it won’t have to be re-broken, but at the moment compared to the other foot I have about 20% movement in my big toe. Clearly it’s a bit of a problem when running.

 

In happier non-toe related news, the scrappy trip along is up to two whole blocks! I’m unconvinced that it doesn’t just look like a fabric train smash at the moment, perhaps when I see a few more blocks together it’ll suddenly leap to life!

 

Thanks for reading,

Helen

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