Anyone knows me knows that my preferred forms of exercise (as a way of relaxing as well as improving fitness and general good health) are swimming and aerobics/dancing.
When I was living in London one of my favourite ways to exercise was to go for an outdoor swim in a lido before work with my housemate Ruth.Most people thought we were mad as this meant getting into the pool for 6.30am (something that Mr B – who loves his sleep will not be partaking in with me, I’m not going to even bother trying to ask him). I’m not a particularly fast swimmer but i really enjoy it and have built up to doing 30 lengths in just over 30 minutes which I think is alright especially as I’m going 3 or 4 times a week. (Incidentally its been school holidays this week which has meant that its been a lot harder to do lengths -especially when they turn the wave machine when I wasn’t expecting it!)
Over the weekend I had a semi-urge to go for a run/power walk and this morning I bit the bullet, dug out my running leggings, Mr B’s IPOD and jogged to the edge of Kirkcaldy. All was going well, I got to Kirkcaldy quite quickly and turned round to come back, and then…. the heavens opened and an almighty hailstone downpour battered into me. I couldn’t see a thing, there was a gale lashing and hailstones powering into my eyes and I was on a country road with nowhere that I could stop and get some shelter. I could barely walk in a straight line let alone run, so I thought that the best thing to do was to walk as quickly as I could. I got home, absolutely soaked and walkjogrun.co.uk kindly told me that I had done 2.6 miles in 40 minutes (so no threat to Usain Bolt yet!), so that provided some comfort. I think I might wait a while before my next run (or at least check the weather before I leave the house!) and get back into the nice warm pool ASAP!