I use the word training loosely – a ten minute jog on day one almost caused an aneurism, and coupled with the need to breastfeed the baby before I had even caught breath. I’m now managing to find time to jog a couple of times a week with the dog while the other half watches the sprog, and I can manage about twice as far as at first. And yesterday I swam half a mile. These may seem like very small milestones but you have to appreciate just how unfit I was to begin with, let alone the fact that I’m only just over the whole birth thing!
My brother Ollie will be running with me and acting as my sometime personal trainer, but for now Zach the dog is my running partner which is fine by me because he’s the only person I know who tires more quickly than I do!