Pain, and heat, and crazy races.

  Well, yesterday really didn't go so well. I couldn't complete my jog, after about 10 mins the pain in my shins was so bad I could barely lift my feet of the ground. I tried to stretch it out, desperately using a tree and watching all the marshals and spectators and runners for the 10K Cardiff Race for Life, feeling like a complete idiot. No, I wasn't trying to join in, but I was just trying to jog my usual route, there where just all these crazy fuckers getting in my blasted way! I mean, honestly? Did someone forget to tell them, that park is MINE?!?!?!
  On top of the pain, the heat was nasty. Stifling even. I was sweating the minute I left my house. And it was getting hotter and hotter by the second. Gone are the cooling breezes it seems. I left the park feeling dejected and just about ready to give up. I'm not gonna, but I wanted to. Allowed myself 10 mins of wallowing time, and then firmly slapped myself around the face.
  Today the daughter and I are going to hire bikes and cycle the Taff Trail, as long as none of those other pratts are anywhere near my cycle paths, it should be a nice day. If any of you hear news reports that a crazy woman rampaged through the Cardiff on a hired bike, her confused child in tow, knocking down old people and almost drowning offspring, just deny ANY knowledge, got it?

Seeing as today I am not running,

  I am way busy, and I'd hate to rush, so I've swapped my timetable around a little, and am going to use this as my rest day. Having said that mind, I still have to rush up and down the bloody hills, backwards and forwards. Oh, the life of a Mother. I sometimes wished I could drive. But I know that would solve nothing, it wouldn't save me any time in the long run because I would just find more things to do.
  I also hurt my foot this morning kicking the bottom of the fridge while trying to hoover. I have no idea how, but I have managed to half knock one of my nails off, cut the underneath of my middle toe, and cut the top of my  little toe. Its always the same blasted foot as well! And I didn't think it was that bad, I mean it hurt like buggery, but I just ignored it, and carried on. Well, I went to slip my shoes on to take the boys to school an hour later, and there's blood all over my toe. HOW I didn't notice is beyond me, and how the hell it didn't get on the carpets... So I think not running today, and the plasters tomorrow. I wanted to swim this weekend as I am kid free, I might give it a miss though. I hate swimming pools full of other peoples annoying and noisy brats, splashing, and jumping, and screeching. Ugh!

Ugh!Just when you thought the aches where over...

  You go to get a box of teabags off of your kitchen cupboard, and your shoulders scream. My legs feel good this morning, my arms however feel like ten tonne weights. This could be because my legs hurt so much Tuesday, my arms forgot to. Especially after the mammoth clay reclaim they did. But that aside, ugh!

  I was having nightmares about running the 5K last night. I had one of those nights where you "wake-up" multiple times. Like, I swear I just lived thirty years. And everyday I was running, yet never getting to the end. Needles to say, I am shattered today. 

  And actually, pretty annoyed at this blog. Why on earth should it take me three sodding hours to try and get this uploaded? 

  I am going to the park for tea and gossip, and although I have the dreaded rugrats in tow, I am going to chill out in the sunshine, and not even worry about any of this shizzle. *sigh*

I know, fat girls DON'T look good in Lycra.

  I suppose, like always, I want to start at the beginning, and that isn't always the best place TOO start, so I am starting here. I really just need to say, my names Jenna, I am a frustrated marathon runner, trapped in the body of a fat single parent, trying desperately to escape. You could call this my escape diary. Or not...
  Anyway, its a beautiful day in Cardiff, and the park was just lovely. Not as hot as Monday, when I was literally sweating my wobbly arse off and gasping for a lungful of humid, sticky air. Although I still tried to keep to the shadows as much as possible, the breeze made it pleasant enough to pass through the dreaded sunlight when needed. And although I took a wrong turn, again, and my muscles ached so bad I had to stop to stretch halfway through my walk/jog, I felt so positive that I came home, and stupidly signed up for a 5K run.HA! It isn't bad enough I am parading my rather well padded Lycra clad arse up and down the city centre of Cardiff every other day I am now going to do it with around 3,000 other idiots in the thinly veiled cause of raising money for charity. In truth, they just want to point and laugh at the fat girls. Us fatties know this for a fact. And if we're honest, we'd be laughing too if we weren't to busy thinking "FUCK YOU!"
  You see, for every fat person, wobbling round the park, there is a runner. It just takes them a little longer to be found under the layers of cake and bread. I know, fat girls DON'T look good in Lycra, but skinny girls look dreadful in leggings, and none of us complain.
   And when you stop and think about it, the high carbs diet of a runner is perfect for us large types. It's win win, right?