My little boy started pre-school yesterday. He was more than ready – he had a wonderful morning, didn’t cry at all and was beaming like a Cheshire cat when I picked him up! I had mixed emotions – these BIG steps in his life are so bittersweet, especially as we’re only having the one child. But most of all I was so proud of him and so grateful for the Dude he has become.
And to be honest, I was beyond excited at the prospect of three hours to myself. Tuesday mornings have become RunDay mornings in our household. So I dropped my little man at his new school, waved goodbye and then set off running! Ten miles today – down a hill, up a hill and then three miles along the reservoir primarily downhill. And then I turned round and ran three miles primarily uphill, down a hill and then slogged slowly and painfully UP the hill. It was a lovely run on a beautiful day but surprisingly hilly. I was tired at the end and collapsed into Starbucks for an hour’s blissful peace and quiet.
Ten miles in 1.37.22 at 9.38 pace. Bearing in mind the hills, that’s good enough for me!
And then I went back to pre-school and was reunited with my little beamer! He had a great day, I’m really proud of him.
Can’t wait for next Tuesday and my next RunDay!