The half term has passed - and it has been wonderful.  The kids went with Gulz to Cornwall  for three days, whilst I stayed at home!  Having knowingly that free time, 3 full days, is funny. First of all, the prospect is exciting, as there are so many options and  things to do.  It takes me a while to relax into it and not speed into doing-doing-doing things clock-watching. Running every morning helped  to chill and calm me the f down, so I could approach my days with pleasure rather than  with 17 purposes- damn you, perpetual To Do list;  I didn't follow the training plan this week - instead of short intervals sessions I chose to run a 10km average for an hour or so, every morning, and without music or podcasts, as a sort of meditation. I saw friends from way back in the day, that I have not seen for years and years, certainly from before having kids, when I was a different person.  Ex-ci-Tiiiiinggggggg!!! That was such a breath of fresh air, and so comforting- I expected a lo

 It's been an interesting week. Training wise, all OK- I think! The weather has been decent, we oculd use the garden with the new grass - divine!  Kids broke for half term, and here I am in Kidzania, all redundant whilst they do their play, and with a moment to myself. But I wanted to talk about something else, something more substantial than that. Everyone that runs knows that it is a time for oneself, good endorphins, good superpowers after, headspace during it, fitness building, wellbeing all over. Everyoen that doesn't run knows that mental health is helped by exercise in general. But this past  week has been a week in which that point has been brought home yet one more time beautifully to me. Infact, I am a little teary about it, but in a good way.  As things go, coincidence weaves in its long twirly tails and finds Tara and me in a week of - trying to be as cryptic but as concise as possible - in a particularly different mood than usual. One of those times when when stuff