Keep on running….

Last summer, just before going to England, I made a huge decision.  I decided to take up jogging.  I used to be fairly sporty when I was at uni but then life got in the way.  Jogging is the least fussy of all sports so I figured out I could do this.  Armed with the Couch potato to 5k program, I ran around a field full of sheep every other day.  I even managed to keep on jogging when we got back home.  Until I made it to a 30 minutes straight run.  And then I did my ankle in on a sneaky root.  And then Hubby did his cross ligaments in during an over-enthusiastic martial art session.  And we stopped running.

One of my goals for our week in England was to take up running again.  And I am happy to report I did.  It sucked every minute of the first run and made me wish I hadn’t quit back in October.  Then I remembered to keep my nose up and look around me.  This view beats the concrete around my place any time.  And the second run was a little easier.  Am looking forward to my next run.  Who’d have thunk?

landscape

Re-emerging

I won’t bore you with the details about where I’ve been for the past few months.  Let’s just say I was busy dealing with a few curved balls and leave it at that.

Latest curved ball to date is a needed radical change to my diet.  Something that isn’t sitting well with me.  Yesterday, as I was sitting down in my in-laws’ kitchen, munching on gluten-free bread, dairy-free cheese and meatless chicken ham, I was feeling pretty irritated and depressed by the whole “free from” thing…and then, I stumbled upon this snack in a supermarket’s aisle.

snacks

The snack was pretty tasty (and no, I’m not unfortunately making any money from saying this) and the box made me laugh.  And then suddenly, the “free from” thing felt a lot better.  Am I happy about my new diet? Nope.  Do I still feel it’s the end of the world? Not on your nelly!