Ah the days when I used to run every morning. The muscle toning, tummy trimming excersize that, tho' I didn't actually enjoy doing at the time, made me feel good afterwords and certainly made a difference to my shape.
I've really had to wave goodbye to the running shoes. The surgeon says I wouldn't be able to do it again till next January, and has even suggested that it has been damaging my knee, so really, don't do it again.
Hmmmm what to do.
Nothing for it but to haul out the bike and get cycling. A trip to the village on Saturday morning was my big 'Get Fit' start-up mission.
Here she is, Miss Marple, my bicycle. No lightweight racer, chunky tourer or 60 gear mountain bike is she. No she is an old fashioned Lady's Pashley bicycle bought as a Christmas prezzie five years ago, and used rather too lightly since.
Although she causes something of a chuckle from passers-by, she is very comfortable, gets from point a to point B quicker than walking, and has a lovely big basket at the front to load wup with shopping, picnics, travelling ferret, or whatever takes my fancy.
Loaded up with newspaper, milk and bread, I cycle sedately home again.
Fired with enthusiasm for this rekindled joy of cycling, there I am on Sunday morning whizzing round the lanes, doing my old running route, and only having to get off and push once – come on guys, it is a very steep hill.
It was great to see the hedgerows and fields again at close quarters, look at the trees and see what difference 6 months has made. Yes, really, it has been 6 months since I last ran in the mornings.
There was only one drawback really, the heavens opened and I got soaked. Remembering that I used to run in rain, wind or shine, you'd think this wouldn't bother me. Hmmm it does when you are decked out in shorts and T-shirt and the aforementioned downpour comes down so fast you are almost impaled on the tarmac. Visions of having to wear a full wet weather Miss Marple style cape get-up flash before my eyes. Not only would this cause more double take looks from passers by, I might well run the risk of being mistaken for a cross between Mary Poppins, Miss Marple, the kid off ET and a tent on wheels.
Clycling will have to be my fair weather excersize. Will have to think of something else for the wet times. Any suggestions?