So I do kind of have a hobby already. But I’ve not been very dedicated to it, and it’s kind of languishing dangerously close to being ‘something I used to do, but I am in denial about not being able to do it any more’*
The thing is, right, before I had Charlie, I used to run. I used to run for miles. 3 or 4 times a week. I was fit. I didn’t know it, but really, I was *this* close to being bionic, I was that freaking amazing. Well that all stopped. Then last year, a friend from work was seriously ill and I promised to run the Great South Run to raise funds for MND. Sadly he died before the race, but I kept going, training away, and kept hoping that I’d regain some sort of enjoyment from it. I was forcing myself out, but really didn’t feel the love. So I ran the race, then pretty much packed up my trainers. That was last October. My running friends and I keep talking about getting out again, and finally, yesterday, we cracked on with our lunchtime running regime. I do like lunchtime running – an escape from the desk and a chance for a good gossip too. And we’ve got a goal. We’re going to hopefully take part in the Badminton Horseless Trials later in the year. 5 miles of cross country running complete with jumps. Should be a laugh. Just different enough to keep me interested. ‘Cos, as we’re starting to establish, I can’t really just do normal. So that’s another hobby to add to the list.
Knitting update: this is at a bit of a pause, cos I need to catch up with Nic about doing the thumb bit.
That’s all for now.
*Other former hobbies that fall in to this most woeful of hobby fates include playing the violin, piano, badminton – oh the list undoubtably goes on. and on.
Piney gets a hobby 