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On Saturday, I went to London for a Wim Hof breath

On Saturday, I went to London for a Wim Hof breathing workshop which ended with an ice bath.
But I almost didn't go.
I booked this months ago, and arranged for my sister to have S for the weekend. So childcare - the thing that usually prevents me from going to things - was sorted.
As it got closer though, it all felt like too much: a train to London, a tube to Putney, and then finding the gym I was heading for. And then there's the prospect of sitting in a room full of strangers (who will of course all be fitter/more experienced at this stuff/more flexible/better dressed/better looking than me). We'd been told to wear clothing we could move in, but I live in jeans and didn't have many other options apart from the tracksuit bottoms I wear around the house. And then there's the whole "standing about in a swimming costume, with hairy legs, in front of a bunch of strangers, and then getting into an ice bath" thing. And then getting home, in the dark, hours after I would normally be in bed.
I told myself I felt a bit sniffly and - better safe than sorry - I should email the organiser and cancel.
I told myself I didn't have time to spend a day in London when I had work to do on my degree course.
And many other things.
On Saturday morning I woke up and genuinely did feel a little sniffly. A cast iron excuse then?
I booked my train ticket before I could change my mind and told myself to focus on one obstacle at a time.
So that's what I did, all the way to London, through changing tubes at a station that looked like the set of a bad Matrix knock-off movie, through wandering out of the tube station at Putney with no clue where the gym was ... All the way to getting into an ice bath with a stranger in front of several other strangers.

While I could tell you all about the benefits of ice baths and breathing exercises, for me the biggest thing I learned is that I can overcome the voice in my head that's been defeating me for forty sodding years. I did the scary thing and I bloody enjoyed myself.
I'll bore you with the ice bath stuff another time!

S stayed at my sister's last night so that I could

S stayed at my sister's last night so that I could go to a Wim Hof workshop in London (more on that later)
So of course the only sensible thing to do with a Sunday morning on my own was to go for a little run!
I love early Sunday mornings when there's nobody else about so I really enjoyed running through town.
I'm not massively into running and don't run big distances - this one was about 2.6km. but I enjoy feeling like I've done something constructive.
I also enjoyed the difference in my run, having done a few rounds of Wim Hof breathing beforehand. This was mentioned in the workshop yesterday and I was keen to try it out this morning.
Five rounds of breathing probably took around half an hour, and I found that I was able to run further, faster and without feeling the need to stop.

"at any given moment, you'll be procrastinating on

"at any given moment, you'll be procrastinating on almost everything, and by the end of your life, you'll have got round to doing virtually none of the things you theoretically could have done."
Cheery thoughts from this morning's reading, courtesy of Oliver Burkeman.
(Photo from this morning's equally cheery run)

Do you do Elf on the Shelf? In a definite sign of

Do you do Elf on the Shelf?
In a definite sign of things to come, I remembered the elf just as I was dropping off to sleep last night.
I've already run out of ideas for the rest of the month!
What was your elf doing when you woke up this morning? (Yes I am looking for ideas!)
Every year I regret allowing myself to be drawn into this ridiculous tradition... Until I see S's face when she spots what he's been up to!

This month has been a challenge, both mentally and

This month has been a challenge, both mentally and physically.
I signed up to do the "jog 30k in November" challenge for Samaritans - which may seem like no big deal for many, but the last time I ran more than 2km in a week was in 2007.
My mental health has been up and down lately (you may have noticed, har har) but I was determined to finish the challenge - even when S was off school sick for most of last week which meant I couldn't run.
Honestly, without the morning runs (and exhilarating cold baths that followed) I think this month would have been much worse for me mentally - for various reasons.
I sometimes find November tricky because it's my dad's birthday and that can be hard even when he's been gone for 17 years. As well as this, a lot has been coming up for me. There has been a fair amount of counseling and some really good stabilization therapy with a woman I think may be an actual genius.
Ironically, my mental state didn't begin to lift until I missed a work event and had to apologise to people I felt I'd let down. I told them my mental health hadn't been great, and they were beyond supportive.
Yesterday I went out and did the longest run I've done in one go. And it felt good. This morning I completed my challenge, and with 750m to spare.
I might even go out for a run tomorrow morning too - mainly because it's sort of become a habit now and I'm not sure what else to do with myself! It's a good way to start the day. And I want to start December with a smile.
Things are still difficult. My mental health is still up and down. But I'm doing lots of reading and having weekly counseling sessions at least until the new year.
Like the famous blue fish says: just keep swimming... 🐟

Today is #WorldPrematurityDay2021 so here are two

Today is #WorldPrematurityDay2021 so here are two photos of my favourite premature baby.
In the first photo, S was one week old and weighed around 5lbs - and she had jaundice so as well as being tiny and tube fed, she was orange!
The second photo was taken this morning to be used in our family tree.
When she was so tiny and delicate I remember people telling me their great big toddlers or older children had once been tiny premature babies, but I found it so hard to comprehend. To be honest I still find it hard to wrap my head around the idea that this teeny, tiny baby who slept on my chest has now become the beautiful, kind 9 year old who is too cool to cuddle me in public.
We were so lucky that although she was premature, S was big for a prem baby. Her lungs were fine and although she had to be tube fed that was only for a week or so. Her first few months were a bit terrifying but soon she was making her way up the centiles on that graph they always record babies' weights on.
She continues to astound me with her growth and development and I am beyond proud of her... Also of myself because having a baby is scary enough but going into labour 5 weeks early and then spending 2 weeks in hospital afterwards was not the best. It felt like the end of the world, like I'd failed at parenting before I'd even begun. In hindsight, I think that was the negative influence of a certain person who shall remain nameless but who did convince me I had almost killed my own child before she was even born.
When S was so tiny I felt like the world's worst mum because all of the clothes I had for her were miles too big for her.
Now I deliberately buy her clothes in larger sizes in the hope she'll wear them for a little longer before she grows out of them!

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