Pentecost Picnic

I’m a bit behind with posts which is why I am only just writing about Pentecost!

One of the items on my Day Zero List is “go for a picnic”. On Pentecost Sunday the local council of churches put on an outdoor service on the green around the castle. Little lady, D and I walked down after church and sat on the grass to eat our picnic.

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After the picnic the kiddies joined in with some of the games that were organised.

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D in the skipping race!

At 2pm most people moved into the marquee for the service.

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We went in briefly for me to do a reading on the stage but it was very warm so we came back outside and sat back on the grass instead.

The whole thing was very well organised and there were a lot of people there. The service, which was a joint effort between the churches, was very uplifting and the PA system meant that we could sit outside and still hear what was going on inside the marquee.

We were also lucky enough to be blessed with fantastic and glorious weather. Oh and I crossed an item off my list 😀

43. Go for a picnic

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Racing for Life

I DID IT!! I actually did it!! I ran the Race for Life!,

Sorry for shouting but I am so proud of myself for actually doing it! You see I am not a runner. I’m sure most of you have gathered that after my last running post! The problem I have is that I am easily convinced to give in. I start running, then I think “I can’t do this any more! I can’t go any further” and I stop, absolutely convinced that I can’t run any further. While training I have been using interval training so that I don’t have to run that far without a walking break.

I had a bit of a panic the day before the race, wondering what on earth I was going to listen to while I was running as I couldn’t exactly listen to my training podcast could I? Most people suggested I listened to music I liked, while others suggested I listen to other kinds of podcasts. The podcasts I ruled out as I wasn’t sure I would be able to concentrate on them while trying not to die!! Although given the fact that I didn’t die I may try out podcasts next time I go running.

Yes that’s right…I did say “next time I go running”. I am hooked! It was such a fantastic day! I loved it. My mum and my sister came to support me and they brought little lady and baby D with them. Little lady had even made me a banner

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Before the start we were separated into 3 groups – the runners, who planned to finish under 25mins!!!; the joggers, who planned to finish between 23-40mins and the walkers who were going to take 45mins plus. This threw me slightly as I was planning to finish somewhere between 40-45mins (if I was lucky). I decided to just go for it and join the joggers. I actually felt sick walking to the start line. I had no idea what I had let myself in for! I crossed the start line and was surprised by the bottleneck that happened. There was no room to move. This threw me a bit but I have been reliably informed by The Girl that it happens all the time. Once the bottleneck opened up I started running. I was very careful not to set off too fast and in fact the first 1km was my slowest!

At 2km I spotted a man giving out sweets so I made a slight detour to the other side of the path to make sure I was in the queue! He actually handed me the box so I took two (for my kiddies I hasten to add). It was only after I had run a bit further that I realised that I would now have to carry these sweets for the rest of the course as my fan club 😉 were at the finish line waiting for me *facepalm* but then again what else were bras made for other than to carry sweets? It’s not like it has much else to do for me!! So in they went.

In the race pack everyone was given a race number and one to go on your back which says “I race for life for…..” With a space for you to write whatever you want. Here’s what I wrote:

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My dad who I lost to cancer 18years ago and my nan who I lost 15 years ago 😦 As I ran around the course I passed the time reading what other people had written. After a while I realised I had to stop as I was starting to well up. Cancer is such a horrible disease. It does not discriminate and just takes anyone as it sees fit. Even the survivor stories were heart wrenching.

So I stopped reading them and just tried to concentrate on my running. I don’t know whether it was running in a group, being in a race or wanting to do well for my kids but it was surprisingly easy to convince myself to keep running. Now when I say “easy” you must understand that I still had the usual “I can’t go any further or I’ll die” conversation with myself but this time it was easier to say “okay well lets just get to the next km marker and we’ll see”. By the time 3km came round I didn’t want to stop. I had come this far without stopping, surely I could make 4km? If I made 4km I would be extremely proud of myself. And guess what? I made it to 4km without stopping. 😀 I did walk for about a minute at 4km as the course came back into the park there was a very steep drop so everyone was walking there. My legs felt so shaky there that I honestly thought that was it but who wants to walk the last 1km? Especially when I had my fan club waiting somewhere up there for me. Somehow I found the strength to start running again. Once I saw the 500m marker the relief was so great I actually speeded up!

Then I saw them. About 200m from the finish line. My supporters shouting for me. Little lady’s face lit up when she saw me. She was jumping up and down, waving her banner, shouting “Go mammy go!” I rescued the sweets from my bra and threw them on the blanket as I passed. Then I ran! I ran as fast as I could to the finish line.

The relief when I passed the finish line and the support from everyone lining the last 250m or so was so overwhelming I actually started to cry. I was given a medal, a bottle of water and a pain au chocolat. When I made it back to my supporters, Little lady relieved me of the pain au chocolat and the medal(!) then sat on my lap and wouldn’t let me go. That’s why there are no photos of me on this post as everyone of them has little lady in them. She was so proud of me as was both my mum and my sister. Baby D was just happy I had brought him sweets! Little lady did ask me how I had managed to go to the shop on the way round 🙂 maybe that’s why I took so long…..?!

My time? A very respectable (I think so anyway) 38.50m 😀

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Sunny days

The weather has been glorious here over the last week. We have been so lucky. I do hope this isn’t our summer though.

Little lady has been asking to go for a bike ride since forever. Well it feels like anyway. Hubby had a few days off last weekend so as the weather was nice we packed up a picnic and got the bikes out. Well actually only hubby and little lady got their bikes out. Turns out we are missing the bit that hooks baby D’s baby carrier onto my bike 😦 so I walked while pushing baby D in the pushchair.

We decided to go down the cycle path that runs from our village to the next. It’s quiet and away from the road so little lady was pretty safe to ride her bike.

We had a lovely time although I didn’t see much of little lady and hubby on the way as they zoomed off ahead of us slow coaches.

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There he is just behind little lady who you can’t see.

Baby D enjoyed stopping to look at the little streams that ran alongside the path and I enjoyed seeing the bluebells out. Although not very many, still pretty don’t you think?

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One we got to the end, just under 2.5m from where we started, we crossed over the road and had a picnic in the field.

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We played some games. Tag is a special favourite although I’m sure there are many other names for it.

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We called in a park, where both little lady and baby D had fun on the swings and the roundabout before making our way slowly – on tired legs – home.

I hope you are enjoying this weather too.