I am not a runner. But I was born into a family of runners. Ultra-marathon runners and Iron-men athletes to be precise. My mom was a star high jumper and hurdler. I could hold my own at school in most track and field events but when it came to long distance running I would gracefully bow out and let the pros handle it. Now don’t get me wrong, I have always wanted to be able to call myself a ‘runner’ but it just never came naturally to me.
Fast forward a hundred years (ok, not quite a hundred) and I find myself once again trying to run. This time I have found support in the form of the Coach Parry website for training. Now, I could easily call on every excuse under the sun as to why I can’t or shouldn’t run. But the truth of the matter is, if you can put one foot in front of another, you can run! It may not be far or fast and it may be difficult, but being unhealthy and over weight is by far more difficult than running.
I have signed up for the couch to comrades program. I’m not signing up to actually run comrades just yet but it is great to have something to train for. And to have an actual plan, that is structured and meets me where I am – the couch, is very encouraging. And to start with 20 minutes 4 times a week is totally doable.
I’m curious to see how far I can get with this program and to see how far I can safely push myself towards optimal health and fitness.
You were born into a very complicated world my sweetheart. At a very challenging time. In January 2020 you fought your way into this world, bruised eye and all, and in January a little thing called the Coronavirus (Covid-19) started to spread around the world. Now, I’m not going to dive into this too much as I’m sure one day you will learn about it in history, science, biology and most likely health classes.
I do want to tell you a little about you though. I had a vegan pregnancy with you. My only vegan pregnancy out of the 4 kids. Don’t worry, I took all my vitamins and was regularly checked up by a doctor who was happy with my blood work and your progression throughout the 37 weeks, 5 days that you stayed inside baking. I put on about 14kg in total and you weighed in at a very healthy, 3.86kg. You were born with an almighty black eye my girl. You were lying right up against my left hip bone which, I think, must have been painful you as much as it was for me. I’m sorry.
You are the last (yes, the last) of 4 kiddos. You have 2 older sisters who are obsessed with you, and an older brother who is obsessed with making you smile. And a mom and dad who feel so very lucky to have been Blessed with you. You have been such a gift during this time. You have no idea what’s going on around you and with all this social distancing going on, you are completely (and blissfully) unaware that there is a world out there beyond the walls of our home. But there is, and it’s a beautiful one, and it is a terrifying one.
My prayer for you precious child:
Heavenly Father, you have blessed our lives with this sweet baby girl whose innocent face and daily laughter remind us of your good intentions for us. May her life be filled with your blessings and grace that will always light up her face. Lead her to you oh Lord, and may she dwell in your place forever. Amen.