RUNAWAY

Today, aged 41 and a 1/4, I ran away from home! Suitcase carefully packed, lunch made, and with a spring in my step I practically skipped up the road.

The last time I ran away, aged approximately 6 and 1/2, it was a different story! Suitcase stuffed with random, fistfuls of socks and pants, nothing to eat or drink I dripped, yes dripped, my angry little self down The Dip to the bus stop. I can’t remember the exact details but they included me getting up from the Sunday lunch table, hand on hip and telling my Mother “You wouldn’t dare!” as she threatened, initially as a joke, to pour her glass of water over me. Needless to say, even the might of a 6 and a 1/2 year old’s fury cannot match the power of The Mother One!

I had no plan. I was going! Leaving my horrible, smelly family FOREVER!! Luckily for me, my family quite liked their 6 and a 1/2 year old so they gave me ten minutes to calm down, then  came and took me home. Luckily for them, the Sunday bus service was shocking!

Today, I have a plan! My family is not horrible or smelly, well most of the time! I am not, in fact, running away. I am running towards… 

…towards a healthier, happier me!

Let the adventure begin!

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#ThisGirlCan

Yesterday was momentous! To say I feel proud of myself is an understatement! Why am I feeling this way? Well…I ran! Yup! That’s right…Mrs F, Mum, Miriam, me… R.A.N! 

  
No, there was no fire, no children in peril, no monster chasing me. I chose to run, not Olympic speeds (yet), but far from the nervous, self conscious shuffle that I am known for on the school run! 

I chose to run the last six, one minute intervals of my 45min power walk. I gripped the supporting bars like my life depended on it and went for it!

#ThisGirlCan  #whoopwhoop