Cross training against the muddy odds

Now that we have bid our practical town house farewell, and exchanged it for a farmhouse in the country, I am no longer in the position to do the school run by walking. My logistical house of cards has crumbled!

The new school is a two mile walk, which takes too long, so we ride our bikes to school. And since january the 9th, the first day at the new school, we've encountered all kinds of weather. I remember especially the pouring rain that changed the nostalgic country roads into swirling pools of mud. I have never had to work so hard to stay on a bike!

All that hard work reminded me of the most ridiculous sport I know: spinning. I love the part in the Bridget Jones' movie where Rene Zellwegger stumbles off her bike, and immediately falls down. The same thing happened to me when I took my first, and last, spinning class.

When you compare it to spinning, biking along a muddy dirt path doesn't seem so bad. At least I'm getting somewhere! Besides, it's a great opportunity to bond with the kids, and build their characters. Biking through the mud requires effort and determination!

Do you do cross training?
If so, what kind?

Enjoy this fragment from Bridget Jones

Running clothes are multifunctional!

After the move: finding my footing in the country

Wordless Wednesday

Running as moving therapy

One of the best way to make yourself feel right at home somewhere, is to go for a run. It wasn't until I became a runner, that I started to feel at home at our old address.

So now that we've moved to the country, I know what to do to battle the moving blues! I go out for a run. And it turns out, the country offers a lot to my inner runner. Though I was quite pleased with the number of running routes at our old home, our new place offers twice as many.

And that's because from our old home I only had hálf a circle available. The other half led into town, and was littered with traffic lights. And traffic lights make me nervous. I was always worrying I wouldn't make the green light, which would make me run way too fast. Or I was going real slow to avoid having to wait for a red light.

Here in the country there are no traffic lights, so suddenly I have a whole circle of running routes available to me.

We moved here on Wednesday, and I have run three times. And every time I got home, I felt more at home.
Running is great moving therapy!