Back to earth with a bump.

Well hello and happy Burns night to one and all! I would say happy new year but I'm a bit late. Anyway, I'm feeling awfully Scottish following a fabulous honeymoon on the Isle of Skye with my brand spanking new husband (oooh I like that word). What a wonderful start to the year, the most fabulous wedding followed by two weeks of lounging, eating crazy Scottish meat products (Stornoway Black pudding my new favourite food), walking and other erm stimulating activities which shall not be dicussed on my blog.

Slight problem on returning to sunny Cornwall is that I weigh about four stone heavier (due to the three course breakfasts and five course dinners at Kinloch Lodge and the aforementioned meat products, mmmm Haggis) and the London Marathon is 3 MONTHS TOMORROW. I can run a total of six miles. Shit. That's the 'bump' in the title - I'm not pregnant by the way.

So yesterday, I bought some new trainers and some stretchy Beale-inspired pants for motivation. I have also been doing some very effective cross training (the technical term for some kind of exercise other than running) - namely a half hour bike ride and half an hour riding a bloody big mare. Oh yeah - Lollypop was on form today, she knows when I'm losing concentration cos she takes the opportunity to zoom across to the other side of the school and smell her friend's bottom. Charming.

Gem from church this morning. The reading featured a character called 'Ananius'. This is the reason why I refuse to read in church - I would never be able to pronounce all the weird names correctly. Sadly, neither could the reader this morning (completely understandably I add - just in case he is reading). We had 'An anus' several times and once, Ananius was shortened simply to 'Anus'. Genius.