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Despite feeling a bit under the weather I forced myself into doing a Park Run (Phoebe's kick off time was late enough this morning) and until the 5th km I felt pretty good and was even at pace to get sub 30 minutes. In the end it was 30 mins and 36 seconds, which is still 3 minutes faster than my last effort. At this rate, by Christmas, I will have finished before I started.
It feels good to be getting round, though I'm still a long way off my PB and even over a minute slower than I was doing it at the beginning of the year.
There was a hen do doing the run, but I failed to cop off.
Then home for a shower before taking Phoebe to football. It was just a social game against another team from the club, but still some entertaining football and Phoebe scored a great goal from outside the box. Which felt better than getting a PB.
By the afternoon I was feeling the effects of the run, but managed to fit in
a Newsround Extra with Hahayourbuttsmells. I don't know who he is or where he comes from, but he seems to be a lot funnier than me.
I was fading fast, but Catie was going to take over for the evening and watch films in bed. So to pass an hour whilst I watched the football scores come in, I let Phoebe bake an lemon meringue pie (though I had to pop out to the shops for more supplies -the pie needed 12 eggs somehow). It turned out that recipe was extremely complex and two hours later she was still going and we were nowhere near a lemon meringue pie. Yet I was still very proud of my goal-scoring daughter as she wasn't losing heart and ploughing on through all the complex egg separation and meringue whisking and making curd and glucose water.
There was a moment of disaster when the curd was applied and Phoebe realised that she should have baked the base, but hadn't. Even then she didn't give in. She scooped all the curd off and then baked the base. We were now well over four hours into this project and I was keen to go to bed, but the base got baked for 30 minutes and the toppings were reapplied and we had a slice of pie. It was sugary enough to ensure that I wouldn't sleep for days, but it was delicious. And at least that was a quarter of a day taken up with something that didn't involve screens.
I had a lemsip and went to bed. Keeping fit is killing me.
