I haven’t been posting enough recently.  I’ve been trying to persuade myself that it’s ok, because Ben has had a lot more running to write about than normal.  But then looking at the last 10 blog posts only 1 has been from me.  Oops.

In part, this has been because there’s been little to write about.  My running lately has consisted of parkrun.  Even then, other commitments have meant I haven’t managed every week.  My times have been less than stellar:  36:29, 37:15, 37:07, 35:46 and (today) 38:52.  It hasn’t bothered me too much though.

My packed-out training schedule

So to re-cap:  I’ve got no races planned for the rest of the year, my training is virtually non-existent, and I’ve been taking the few runs I have been doing as easy as possible.

Kind of screams “surviving first trimester of pregnancy” right?

Actually, I’m pretty proud of myself for the little running I’ve managed.  Last time round I ran precisely zero miles during the whole 9 months, so every time I set off it sort of feels like a new PB.  And now that I’m through with the “feeling crappy” months I can get moving a little bit more for a while.  You know, until the “exhausted” months arrive.