Forgiving assholes and the longest run

I decided this weekend that I’m going to attempt the couch to 10k, seeing as I’ve managed the 5k (and it didn’t, in fact, kill me as I thought it may πŸ˜…).

So today I set off down my usual route, with the intention of turning homeward when my phone beeped to tell me I was halfway. I’m 2 minutes away from halfway when I see my asshole ex-neighbours strolling towards me on a family walk… and in that split second, I felt a myriad of emotions:

anger (they built a bloody garden shed right in front of my kitchen window),

fear (oh god what if they try to speak to me? πŸ™ˆ),

panic (can I still breathe after 20 minutes running? πŸ˜†),

resignation (I’m going to HAVE to run past them cos there’s hedges on either side, they’ve seen me and it won’t look ‘normal’ to dive in a hedge πŸ™ˆπŸ™Š),

determination (fuck them, I’m going to run past looking like a bloody gazelle).

So I did. Run past them. But I also didn’t want to turn around and run past them AGAIN to run home, so I took the scenic route past a few cows, cow pats, and a lot of corn. I actually enjoyed it more than road running! Bonus.

The Asshole Ex-neighbours moved in about 5 years ago, and one half popped round amiably to say hello. I thought she was lovely. She asked about whether we knew anything about garden boundries with the other neighbours, so I gave her a couple of photocopies of our house plans, showing the surrounding house areas and boundaries. Within 2 weeks she had begun building a huge garden shed blocking our kitchen window. 😑 They built it exactly to legal boundary limits, meaning that the view of the back of a shed is all we now see from our window. Like I say: Assholes.

Taking the scenic route home did give me a clear 20 minutes to realise that the building of the Asshole Shed was actually the kickstart of us planning our trip abroad though, and by the time I got home, I realised that I should probably be thanking them. But they’re still Assholes.

And…. I managed a 6.3km run! πŸ’ͺ

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76 days to go! 😎

I am not a morning person! πŸ˜‚

One week of having the kids at home and I’m rocking in the corner πŸ˜‚

Not really… I love having them at home! Between the incessant “where are we going today mum?” And “can we stay in pyjamas?” (That’s 2 separate kids, so one big argument right there in the making), I become entertainer and referee, rolled into one.

So this morning I set my alarm early (6.55 IS early for me) to go for a birdsong jog. In my mind, this sparrow’s fart awakening would spur me into a healthy, good mood for the day.

The reality was that I rolled out of bed, chucked contact lenses in my eyes in a half-asleep stupor, rooted around the clean washing pile for jogging gear, then set off to welcome a butt cheek cramp for 2.5k while panicking that I wasn’t going to be home in time for hubby to get to work.

I repeat. I am NOT a morning person πŸ™ˆ

And.. 95 days to go!

Sell, Sell, Sell!

So we’ve started selling stuff.  Mostly books, DVDs, toys  (the ones that aren’t completely munted that is πŸ˜†) and the other thing we’re on to is the tip run. Well the tip pile. I need to drive to the tip with a shed load of stuff, but I can never remember which days the tip is closed on so the tip pile in the garden is just getting bigger and bigger, til I get off my ass and drive it all there. But I bet I’ll do it on a Thursday. And I bet the tip is closed on a Thursday. You can see my dilemma here πŸ˜‚

I also need to do a carboot sale or 3, but the idea of getting up and out the house by 6.45am on a Sunday is just not appealing. At all. That’s my serious hangover time with the kids πŸ™ˆ

Meanwhile, the running is going well! I’ve finally trotted out a 5k run in a not too shabby 34 minutes. And yes it’s still killing me. But in a perverse way I’m enjoying it! So I rewarded myself with  new pants 😎

And… 116 days to go!