We did enjoy that period of our lives as time had no bearing on what we were doing. Walking was all that was required and we would often stop at the swings or a park to let Blue off the board to run around. It was a great bonding experience for Blue and & I as we would natter and chatter all the time we were out, he would let me share his deepest thoughts, what he’d dreamt about and often how Thomas the Tank wasn’t as good as Gordon.
When Blue went off to school it was a sad day, my walking buddy had left me and Pinkie was getting bored and wriggly sitting in the buggy as we walked. I desperately wanted to join the gym, but didn’t as I couldn’t bear to leave Pinkie in the creche, my germaphobia at work again.
Over the years of having Pinkie I have met some really nice people, particularly those that have had her in their care. When Pinkie was about two, after much thought and consideration (and phone calls to our amazing CF team), I decided that the plusses of joining the gym outweighed the minus’, after all, Pinkie was going to go to school one day and would encounter snotty noses and the like. In the beginning I used to turn up and inspect the creche, a quick once round with my Spidiey senses on full, checking for any signs of illness. One day when I turned up, the two child minders took me aside and said they thought one tot looked a bit peaky. Pinkie and I went home. In the end we got into a routine where I would look through the window of the creche and they would give me a thumbs up or down before I bought my car park ticket. Smooth as a Brylcreemed otter. Over the years they saved me a small fortune in tickets, so I guess that should be as smooth as a flush Brylcreemed otter, and I did buy them Christmas presents to say thank you.
I had known Leslie for some time but we weren’t friends, just a ‘hi’ in the street type of acquaintance. We re-met in the playground when Pinkie started school. A mutual friend was telling us about the pole dancing class she had been to and how it was all focussed on core strength. Leslie and I looked at each other, shrugged and said lets have a go. The class was only for two people at a time, so the following Friday Leslie and I turned up to a tiny studio wondering what on earth to expect. Thankfully, it wasn’t high heels at dawn or being uber sexy, it was a core strength no glam workout. We loved it. When Mr returned home that evening I was in full stream about my fantastic pole dancing lesson.
“This had better not be your idea of leading by example, Pinkie will not be a pole dancer,” he said on his way up the stairs. I guess he had a point.
Then inconveniently, our teacher got pregnant and had to stop teaching.
After our short stint as pole dancers Leslie and I started running in the forest, she because she had a dog that needed exercise, me because she sold it to me as fun and I was determined to set a good example even if it killed me. Leslie then proceeded to add additional exercises to the exercise, namely burpees and lunges and anything else she found hilarious at my expense. While she was busy chatting, I was concentrating on not being sick. Such was my moaning about putting my clean hands on the wet forest floor that Leslie bought me a pair of gloves (also her dog had knocked me over one freezing morning and snapped my little finger like a twig). However, as grim a picture as I paint it was actually enjoyable and filled me with a sense of wholesomeness and eat-whatever-I-like-ness.
It was during these early forest running days that we noticed Blue was not having a great time at school, Mr and I didn’t know why, he just didn’t seem happy. We wondered if all the attention Pinkie always needed was making him feel left out, less important as one of our gang. There were a few other factors*, but basically we decided to get the children a puppy (a boy pup) as a brother for Blue and a comfort for Pinkie when she felt rough. Enter Puppy-Face.
Ironically, what started as a chore and a duty has ending up genuinely being enjoyable. I have found that I rarely think about anything when exercising except remembering to breathe, so no matter what is going on with Pinkie, my brain gets a rest. Plus, Puppy-Face is a fully fledged member of the gang who we would never be without now.
I don’t exercise regularly when the children are off school as they are too old for creche and too young to be home alone. During this time I have noticed that my head feels cluttered and I’m a lot more jangly as a result, but then there's always my old mate wine to lend a hand!
*Like I was running with Leslie and her dog anyway.