In my mind.
In real life, I have a pair of trainers in my closet that look practically brand new, don't particularly like the way I look in my running gear, get sore ears when it's cold and have this weird itchy thing that happens when I exert any energy (something to do with not enough water?) which freaks me out.
Anyway. I am well past signing up to fancy, enticing, expensive gyms and besides which the nearest one with childcare is 30mins drive away. And I am also well past being lethargic, depressed, wibbly and 'lost' being 'Mama'. I desprately need to carve out some 'me-time', for my mind and my body. So out come the trainers, and she's off! Tonight was the inaugural run. Baby is 9 months old so it seemed fitting (9 months to fall apart, 9 months to recover etc etc...)
Managed 2.87 miles with Yummy Mummy trundling along beside me at my snail's pace for moral support. But I didn't pass out and didn't pee my pants. So, winner!!