Day 11 – A Blue Sky And Forgetmenots

Dear G, there are children who think that a sunny day in May is best spent on the public library. Those children are mine.
And you know our local library – with great windows that gives  maximum light on a grey winter day… and also maximum heat on a sunny day in May. When I finally made them go home I was more certain than ever that every hour in May not spent in the garden is a lost one.
Just about when dinner was ready to be served I left the others and went out running. According to my new schedule it was supposed to be an easy, relaxed and quite fast run. Almost flying.
But I'm in worse shape than I've been since giving birth, and loads of poisonous birch pollen doesn't help either.
We are far from flying, my dear, and the only consolation I can find is to remind myself that I'm not allowed to run yet for another three weeks. And that the workout I'm doing, trying to do, should be called rehab. Or at least recovery. Will try not to forget it.

Have you seen that some of my for-get-me-nots are white? 
They make me so incredible proud. 
As so do my library loving children.

Day 10 – Boiling Asparagus

Dear G, today I went to C-badet with my son J. While he took a swimming lesson I swam as fast as I could for 40 min, mostly thinking about those who survived Utøya and how incredible important it can be to know how to swim. Afterwards we bathed in the bubble pool (no, kids are not allowed, we make them do just one exception each time). J calls the bubble pool "The boiling kettle". We pretended we were asparagus. Had such a good time, X C

Day 3 – 9 Very Early vs Very Late Running

Dear G, we've always said that the most difficult about running is not doing it, but to get time to do it. Tuesday morning I got out 5.30 am, to be sure to find the time. It was a beautiful morning, and afterwards I sat on the outdoor stairs and felt as calm the most relaxed yoga guru you'd ever imagine. So happy that my left foot would let me run two months after the surgery, one month earlier than allowed. And looking at the May blossoming in my our garden, thinking about my sleeping family, I felt truly happy. But then I saw some weeds… and even more… all of a sudden I was as stressed as ever. And when I came in my husband was all upset, utterly angry, because he'd woke up by my alarm clock those 30 min earlier that he needed so badly. "No morning running!", he begged.

"No more early running", I said, and Thursday I decided to go when he got home from work, just before dinner. But I didn't find the time! As I promised myself to follow a very strict Tuesday-Thursday-Sunday schedule, there was no choice but to go when the kids were asleep. Which turned out to be at 10 pm.

The sky was magnificent, it was very calm and not too warm.

But after the shipyard (there are some pretty big boats there, have you seen?): way too dark, had to run by the houses. And honestly: just couldn't wait to get home. 

Still not certain if very early or very late running is to prefer?
Could the answer be: "none of the above"? But then: when will I ever be able to follow a schedule? In 15 years from now?

This week's workout:
Monday: 30 min London exercises.
Tuesday: 30 min running (and walking, because of the foot)
Wednesday: 40 min yoga
Thursday: 20 min fast running + London exercises

Friday: was invited to a five course lunch including champagne, had to take a long walk to get sober enough to drive home afterwards. Counts as exercise, doesn't it?

Saturday: countless hours of gardening to get this part of the garden look wild and relaxed the way you often see in England. It is so much more difficult than you'd think, and what a workout!  Totally sore, especially in but.

Sunday: 60 min running/walking to get the left foot started + London exercises.

Hope you're fine and that I get to see you soon, xxx C

Day 1 – A Very Special Day

Dear readers, today is a very special day. First, and most of all, it's the anniversary of G being a mother – today her eldest and so beautiful, talented and very special daughter is turning EIGHT. Already!
Hurray!
And today, this partly rainy and partly sunny day and incredibly beautiful in May – it is 100 days until MY eldest (beautiful, talented and special) daughter turns NINE!
How come we never figure this out before? Isn't it extremely strange that we have been doing those 100 days clubs every now and then since 2006, and never, ever realize there is 100 days between our eldest daughters birthdays?


Today is also by the day two months since my left foot had a surgery. Which, I think, explains about the last complete failure (to say something good about it: at least it was some kind of record – The Total Disaster 100 Days Club).


Had the surgery March 12, wasn't even allowed to walk for six weeks… And now, today, it is exactly one month until I am allowed to run again. I can tell you, I'm counting the days.

Today, however, I tried a little. Had decided to go for a fast walk, and then … I ran.
It seemed to be ok. So I ran a little further, walked, ran, walked, and ran a little further…
Even though I've been doing both Pilates and my London exercises those past two months I'm in as lousy shape you could imagine. But I'm on again!

Was so happy about that I immediately decided to start another 100 Days Club. It will be a tribute to our eldest daughters, called The 100 Days C to A Club.
Dear G, are you in?