A New Life.

A very apt title for this weeks blog, even if i say so myself. You see when I explain to you why I didn't write last week then you will understand. It has two meanings, today's title, as I'm sure you will agree.

On Monday 9th March, this old girls daughter was busing herself making way for her baby to be born. All day Monday this old girls little baby was having a baby of her own!! Daughters little tiny one however, was quite happy to stay exactly where he was, no matter how much mother nature was telling him come out! Still the next day, Tuesday, he was still refusing to come out, causing his poor mum to resort to having pain killing drugs going form gas and aire, to pethidine right down to an epidural, the very thing that my little poppet didn't want to have. Still he refused to budge from his nice safe place, still he just snuggled up to his mum, from the inside, and refused to come out. In the end the doctors decided the only way this little fella was coming out was to literally pull him out, so an emergency Cesarean was planned, and out he come, still causing the nurses to say, as they struggled to get him out, 'He's a stubborn one!'

Well as you can imagine, that week was just full of hospital visits, catching up on sleep (I did stay at the hospital with my daughter on Monday night) and making sure everything was ready for when they both came home from the hospital.

Well that was one new life, a most precious thing in the whole world, and an absolute privilege to be a part of, now, for the second 'new life'. I have a beautiful grandson now, and I want to be around running after him, and being able to catch him for a long long time. With this in mind I decided to really try and put my heart and sole back into my fitness regime. So much so, that I even rang nagging sister to check that she will come and bully.......ooops.......encourage me to jog to the infernal turnaround lamppost and back. Yes, I, the old girl, rang nagging sister to remind her to come jogging.

Once again with the trackie b's (its a cool way of saying tracksuit bottoms, I'm getting down with this kids speak!) and set off on the jog. Its a pleasant day, sunshine, chatting away to nagging sister, until I get to the path. Wow, turnaround lamppost seems to be a long way off all of a sudden, maybe, I wasn't quite recovered from the lack of sleep and extra worry from the previous week, but I pushed my self because I thought of our dear little stubborn one, and I just know, later on he won't be slowing down to wait for his nanny! I pushed my self harder all the time, listening now to nagging sister, rather than trying to have a conversation, and looking forward to putting turnaround lamppost at my back and not in front of me. The new stopwatch I have quickly ticking away my precious seconds, I'm wondering it this thing is calibrated properly, it seems to be going so fast! Turnaround lamppost At last! Rest here for a few minutes, catch breath, and listen to nagging sister say, 'come on, you didn't take this long last time.' Can I muster up a glare..............no......... just a pathetic, 'Help me' look, which was quickly dismissed by nagging sister with a 'Come on old girl, you did so much better last week'

I look at the stopwatch and through my breathlessness, I had to agree, because it said so on those numbers, shining back up at me, taunting me, mocking me, ooooo I hate that stopwatch. I press the button to start of the timing again and to my horror I realised that I pressed the reset button instead!!! Oh no, how will I know if I beat my time from the previous time. No wait, hang about, this could work to my advantage (Only in my mind!) I am useless at maths, and by adding up the two times, I could quite easily come up with a number that is significantly less than last time! With this ludicrous thought on my mind, I head of homeward bound.

Of course I was slower that last week, (drat nagging sisters ability to add) but I feel better for jogging today, which is just as well, because that is all I did this week, I didn't even get to my Rosemery Conley session this week, I expect people will stop visiting soon, and midwives will stop turning up whenever, and milk in my fridge will be there for next time I want a cup of tea!

But next week is another week, the little stubborn one, surely must urge me on to get fitter, if not for myself then for him! Right?!!