By the time we reach this coming Saturday, I will have completed a 14 day stretch that will have seen me work 7 of those 14 days, in 2 blocks of 3 and 4 days, I will have been to the gym on average every 2 days and mixed it up by agreeing to handfast (marry) friends of ours in August, looked after a poorly Bebe (bronchitis), spent a lovely visit from my fabulous parents and been on a night out.. Not so hardcore for many of you, sure, but that's a busy old time for me. Further proof of my continuing return to form.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that maybe I don't need to be able to swim, bike and run in a specific order to have a sense of myself. Giving myself permission to go to the gym and sweat profusely just for an endorphin high, and to burn off indulgent puddings doesn't seem so hard. I want to maintain this ideal weight that I've found AND eat my cake. The gym allows me that. I want to work over time and buy fake tan. Work allows me that. I want to Mummy my children, cook and sew and pretend I'm an old fashioned house wife. My family allows me that.
I think I'm in a good place to hang out for a while. Maybe I'll stop and smell the roses a bit. Worrying that I'll never be able to run again can wait for another day.
Thanks for reading xxx