I can not recall a time when I had this much energy. I’m sure maybe I did once… My tenth birthday running round the mountain in the middle of a water fight I’m sure was an energetic me, but with the 27th birthday quickly approaching those memories are becoming a distant past.
Even working 12 hour days in the height of the season I still seem to be full of beans!
Don’t get me wrong when I go to bed I sleep, in fact I’ve haven’t slept so well in years either! I used to wake 8, 10 times a night but since going gf I have slept through most nights.
Since discovering the coeliac disease and the lack of knowledge I knew that I wanted to do something to raise awareness, not only nationally but locally. It’s pretty impossible for me to eat out these days and I’m craving a greasy chow mien… It doesn’t fill you with confidence when a restaurant have no idea about gluten and insist you’ll be fine. Without sounding like a preacher people need to be educated.
Around the time of diagnosis the London marathon was on… So this week the fabulous husband and I sent off our applications in the hope we’ll get in!
We’ve started training… In case we get in! I’ve never run a serious race of any distance and as a recovering coeliac it’s important to start slowly… By slowly I mean I’ve got up to a mile! That’s pretty good going for a lady that couldn’t run. I’ve gone into it pretty seriously, by this I mean I bought Lycra and a running watch! It’s pretty nifty the garmin forerunner 15, it tells me how many miles I walk a day which can be a little disturbing when all you’ve done is walk between the sink and pizza oven at work but clocked up 5 miles! !
It also times my run, fastest sections, maps it all. It’s very geeky!
It’s also great on the new… Bike! Yes I know! I did say I’ve gone all in! The fabulous husband bought me a pretty swanky bike for my birthday… And Christmas… For possibly the next 12 years! Whys bike? Because in a off the cuff conversation I noted we’d spent 4 summers in the shop, missed out on birthday days out, weddings, we’r basically friendless due to work commitments and it was time to live life. Go back to the simple things. See the country. See the world. Do stuff we once enjoyed but then forgot. The fabulous husband
was is a cyclist but somewhere along the way lost in a world of cappuccino making he all but gave it up. We’r on it, ‘let’s start the season with a marathon an end it cycling lands end to john o groats?!’
The bike arrived from Thorn bicycles, I asked a friend about touring bikes he suggested a few, I saw the pink one, and that was it, it had to be pink!
She arrived pretty quickly.
It’s been sometime since I rode a bike… Like 10 years! So her maiden voyage was to the cycle track and I rode an impressive 7 miles (impressive to me!) the husband puttle’d along beside me. Obviously he wants to charge off, he’s the same whilst we’r running but he’s very good and supportive and always encourages me along. One day I’ll charge off! Maybe!
To think at school I was the kid who avoided P.E at all costs and was nicknamed ‘lazy’ by the teacher. To set the record straight it wasn’t lazy… It was self conscious in a room full of pretty rough cruel girls! The kid that once cowered at an awkward 6ft is long since gone! One can’t be self conscious in a sweaty date running on the beach!
I’ve been a further 14 miles on the bike and so it feels apt to name her. I named my first car Sophie, my second was smokey but she came with that name.
This bike in all it’s crazy pink glory needed a name that said ‘I’m freedom, I’m that cycling away from work, I’m that adventure to see the world’ and so she’s named nothing less than Dolly! Because? Well… my favourite tune of all time is Dolly Parton 9-5
‘There’s a better life, and you dream about it don’t you?’
So the long run/ cycle begins!