"Don't wish it away, Don't look at it like it's forever..."

This coronavirus lockdown thing is still like a bloody rollercoaster isn’t it, just when we think some aspects of life look like they are taking a step nearer normal we are reminded how very far we are from normal in many other aspects. I think we have all spent a good portion of time wishing that 2020 would just leave or that we could hit reset and start the whole year over (what would we do differently if we knew then what we know now?). Passing COVID-19 test sites and advertising hoardings loudly proclaiming “Stay Alert, Control the Virus, Save lives” on my runs is enough to reduce me to tears at the side of the road, blubbing quietly to myself that I have had enough and I would like my life back now please. Invariably I realise that I am actually quite a long way from home and no one is coming to get me so after a brief pity party I wipe away the tears and run back home.

Our lives are affected daily by this once in a generation global pandemic and no doubt we will continue to feel the after effects for many years to come. And yet through it all, no matter how rubbish it has been and continues to be, life goes on, life good and bad still continues outside the rules of a pandemic, lives are shattered by events that are not affected by the virus, the terrible blast in Lebanon for example, people are still victims of brutality and violence and lives are still lost all too soon to illness and incident.

When lockdown started back in March it was really important to me for my kids not to come out the other side thinking this was the worst time of their lives, that we had made the best of it that we could and that as a family we had done our best to embrace this time together and learn from it. I asked the kids what the best thing about lockdown had been for them and they all gave very different replies:

Jack said that whilst home learning had been at times stressful he had really enjoyed the bonding time we had together during homeschooling - a mother can always trust a son to say something nice right! Abigail said she had learned new ways of dealing with difficulties in friendships - she is 14 and girls can be the worst but this time has allowed her space to grow in strength and confidence and she was able to call time on a friendship that was really no longer lifting her up. Ellie’s take was that school uniform was a waste of time - she is bonkers and let’s see how she feels about that in a couple of weeks!

I have learnt a lot over this period - I have learnt just how resilient my kids are, we can chuck all this craziness at them and with love and support and understanding they ping right back up again, their strength and determination never ceases to amaze me. I have learned to lean on my friends a little bit more instead of always trying to be the strong one - you know friends and family are life - and some friends, well they just are family aren’t they? And one thing I have really understood is that none of us give ourselves credit for how tough we really are, I may say I have had enough but always pick myself up, dig deep and move on and isn’t that a great metaphor for life, running everything - no matter how hard it is you can push yourself further and harder.

Before lockdown long runs were really stressful for me and I felt I had lost sight of what I was doing, I feel like the last couple of years has been a whirlwind of travel and training for one marathon after another and the whole thing had become a bit on the stressful side whilst managing three kids, a dog and a full time job.  Having the opportunity to run long on a Sunday with my buddy taken away from me during the early days of lockdown felt even harder and so during this time of no racing I have worked really hard to re-connect with my reasons for running, why I started running to begin with and what running means to me - I guess re-connecting with my why. With no racing there is nothing to train for and no pressure to hit every workout and for the first time I have really embraced my pace - honestly on some of these hot August days I am like a hot sweaty turtle but I have returned home with a smile on my face - it feels good to work hard and feel the sun on my face.

It has been a joy to be able to run with my buddy again as lockdown has begun to ease, and I have concentrated on enjoying every single step and every single moment in the sunshine. Last Sunday we run in one of my favourite places to run (needless to say it is as flat as a pancake although the weather system on one side of the park is often completely different to the other side!) for the first time since lockdown and that felt so good. And during that gorgeous sunny run (where I did resemble a sweaty turtle and was perfectly ok with that) we got to talking about how time is so precious and so short and even when it seems so hard there is so much to learn and so much to celebrate.

So let’s not wish it away - this is not forever ..

Much love xxx

Sport is coming back ... hurrah!!

I am at the point that I honestly celebrate every tiny bit of normal creeping back into our lives - but the truth is that even this long after lockdown started we are still extremely far from normal and in many respects life has still to resume. Over the last few weeks we have been able to do more - exercise outside more than once a day, slowly but surely non-essential shops have been able to open with strict covid secure conditions. Some children have been able to return to school and hairdressers, pubs and even theme parks are set to open in the next few days. Don’t get me started on how some of this stuff can possibly be prioritised over children returning to full time education - it is estimated that over a third of children have done NO work since schools closed before lockdown and it will be a long time before we begin to understand the effects of this extended period of home learning on those children for whom school is their safe place. (Sorry rant over - that is a whole different blog post!)

This week though I have had several small but significant causes for celebration - the first of which was Liverpool finally becoming English Premier League Champions - if you know me you will know this is such a huge deal in our house - and after a 100 day Premier League hiatus a bloody huge relief!   For my darling 12 yo football is life and Liverpool is everything and I couldn’t be happier for him - even though he has no comprehension that some of us have waited 30 years for this moment - for now we will just let him revel in the moment!  Now that they have lifted the trophy who knows he may actually be able to watch the remaining games of the season - match day nerves usually get the better of him and he prefers to follow the action on the BBC Sport website rather than watch the matches!

Honestly not only was Liverpool winning a huge cause for celebration but another signal of a bit more of a normal life creeping in - yes sport is coming back!!! We live and breath sport in our house, both watching and taking part and no sport for the last three months has left a big hole in our life. I think the boy felt it more than the girls as he has really missed the social side as well as the physical side of playing football every week. We have run, cycled, walked the dog, trampolined, played basketball and played frisbee to keep fit but we have missed racing, football matches and team practice.

But this week the boy and the big girl re-started tennis lessons - the boy declared he was worried he was rusty and a bit unfit but super excited - I honestly don’t know who was more excited me or him! Even the 14 year old who has mastered the art of looking completely unimpressed with everything looked mildly pleased and declared it was good fun! I admit I shed a small tear of joy to see them back playing with their friends. Better still the boy returns to football practice tomorrow, I know it will be different, they will play a lot of drills instead of a match to make it easier for them to observe social distancing and I am sure they will all be a bit rusty and unfit but the sheer joy of seeing them be able to train together for the first time in so long will far outweigh any awkwardness. For my part I can’t wait to catch up with all the parents!

For me I am pretty sure there will be no races this year, I have already deferred my entry for the Chicago marathon rather than wait for a decision to be made as to whether the marathon can go ahead. But for now I am just grateful to be able to get out and run some miles with my running buddy. Before we went into lockdown I was really struggling with my running mojo especially over long runs but lockdown has given me the space to refocus on why I run and realise I get to run so even if there are no races I will keep showing up and keep putting in the work because running makes me a better person. And when racing returns I will be ready.

Much love as always xx

31 Days later ....

Finally it’s February - on the one hand January feels like it has just flown by and on the other hand it feels like it has taken a bloody age!!! January is cold, dark, dreary and it will be ages before we notice it getting lighter in the mornings and the evenings and I am pretty sure the worst of the cold weather is yet to come. Maybe if we left the Christmas lights up for a little bit longer it wouldn’t be so bleak?

And as if all that weren’t bad enough - every January I feel the need to counter-balance December’s excesses (don’t we all over-indulge in December? And I did have reason because it was my birthday too!) by going dry for the entire month. This year I felt an additional punishment was in order and swore off chocolate too!!

So I spent the 31st December munching my way through an entire box of Lindor and finishing off a bottle of red - I mean I didn’t want anything to go off whilst I was abstaining and I felt it necessary to remove to all temptation - and to be honest I didn’t want the littles scoffing the Lindor!!!

I have to say I have been bloody awesome all month. I would love to be able to say some sanctimonius stuff about how much better I feel for not having had a drink all month - I mean there is something to be said for the smug feeling of waking up on a kid free Saturday morning with a totally clear head but the reality is that it is cold and dark out so it has been easy to live like a hermit and avoid all temptation by just not leaving the house.

Avoiding chocolate has been a whole lot harder - there have been some serious low points - the pre-teen sitting in front of me eating Curly Wurly was one of them . But I have been steadfast - not even a sneaky lick of the Nutella knife at breakfast!! I have, however, eaten my own body weight in biscuits this month - so if there is a shortage of custard creams in the supermarkets you know who to blame!

And now finally February is here and it has had the decency to arrive on a Friday. My over-thinking has gone into overdrive - should I have a drink, and if I have a drink what will I have - what do I most fancy after abstaining for a month - a glass of red, a nice cold Peroni or even a g&t?

Much more importantly - is it wrong to eat all the chocolate for breakfast? And what if by some incredible misfortune after a month I no longer actually like chocolate?? What if I have ruined it for myself forever? What then??

xx