CAKE is my answer to everything. Whether I’ve had a good day or a bad day, eating cake is what I do and what I love. But when I have a wedding dress to squeeze into in twelve days, eating cake is really not a good idea.
Yesterday I was faced with a dilemma. I passed the diploma part of my master’s degree in writing, so needed to celebrate. Cake was calling. It was calling in a big way because I did surprisingly well. I was so proud of myself that I wanted to run down the road to the local cake shop and buy a great big double chocolate cake.
But I couldn’t.
Cake is off-limits.
I needed to think of another way to celebrate, a way that didn’t involve cake. Various options were suggested. A meal out? Would I be able to go to a restaurant and order salad? No. I wouldn’t.
The cinema? Would I be able to go to the pictures and not have minstrels to start before tucking into a large sweet popcorn? No. Not possible.
All day I tried to think of something that didn’t involve food. I was struggling, but then I had a lightbulb moment. Continue reading →
Last Saturday, my first day of freedom after finishing my degree, we decided to take part in our local parkrun at Nostell Priory, a beautiful 18th century house and parklands.
I was looking forward to it, but there was one problem. In the afternoon we had to brave Meadowhall shopping centre in Sheffield to get some essential items for our wedding and honeymoon. I’m not a shopper. I was only going because they were essential items.
There was no way I would have the strength to manage a parkrun and shopping. So I decided that rather than racing the parkrun flat-out like I usually do, and feel exhausted for the rest of the day, I would take it easy and enjoy the run in lovely sunshine. This would mean I had enough energy to survive Meadowhell (yes it really is my idea of hell).
I don’t do parkrun very often. Saturday was my 28th. I ran at a steady tempo pace, which I would describe as comfortably hard. I finished second lady, behind my friend Fiona, in 21:51. It was a lovely morning for a parkrun. Afterwards we headed to the café, sitting outside in the courtyard, where I happily munched a scone smothered in jam and butter. I’ve been watching my weight recently on account of having to fit into a wedding dress so treats have gone from two or three times daily, to being very rare.
We had such a lovely morning. ‘We should do this more often,’ I said to Chris and Fiona. I enjoyed the run and enjoyed the company. And, I have to say, I particularly enjoyed the scone!