Rosie Corriette

Notes from a retired blogger

Author: Rosie

  • Operation Yummy Mummy: The Lincoln 10k

    Despite numerous calls from loved ones and all those with an ounce of common sense not to do the 10K on Sunday; I donned my Lycra and headed to the start line for the 16th Annual Lincoln 10K Road Race.

    Behind the smile I was panicking. I’d hardly done any training in the last two weeks due to having a beastly cold and here I was lined up with over five thousand people about to embark on over 6 miles of running.

    My game plan was simple. Finish it and survive. I crossed the start line in haze of denial, as the crowd were carrying me along at a pace that was a tad bit adventurous. Boo and my Mama were there whooping and cheering me on my way which really did help, after all I needed all the encouragement to get me through the race!

    Less than 90 minutes later ( I’m not in too much of a hurry to check the actual time!) I crossed the finish line elated and exhausted. I did it and not a moment too soon!

    Whilst I am no Paula Radcliffe I definitely have fallen back in love with running. The middle 5K were enjoyable which is really what it’s all about. Yes not only do I want my pre Boo body back but I want to change my shape so #operationyummymummy is by no means over and I’m sure there’s plenty more pain to come for the eventual gain!

    Who knows I may even go for a run in the morning.

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  • Silent Sunday

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  • Mothers Day: 34 Weeks under Mummy Rule

    Mothers Day: 34 Weeks under Mummy Rule

    All week it’s been impossible to escape the constant reminders that Mothers Day is upon us. Ever since I was a young child I have always thought of Mothering Sunday as really special and an opportunity to show my Mummy just how much I love and appreciate her.

     

    Tomorrow is my first Mothers Day as the Mummy as well as devoted child (I was pleased to hear from Mama Dearest that two cards had dropped on her mat this morning!) I’ll be honest I had romantic ideas of Boo handing me a homemade card and having breakfast in bed – supervised by He of course!

     

    The reality is somewhat different. He is away with the TA for the weekend so I will be waking up as normal and seeing to Boo whilst also attempting to keep the Stinkies from killing each other (boring weekends are lethal when it comes to teenage boys!)

    I know in the grand scheme of things it’s just another day but if I’m honest I did have my sights set on a memorable day, I don’t mind the following years I just wanted the first to be special.

     

    I suppose this is what happens when you’re the organiser aka Mummy of the family. I coordinated all the cards – five in total; all taking into account different tastes! And perhaps this will encourage me to delegate within the household more and even take the odd break from micromanaging.

     

    Mothers Day aside tomorrow will be special for Mummy and Boo. Boo will be 34 weeks, so she’s been as

    long out of my tummy as she was in. A weird date to mark but one that I promised to remember when she was born early.

     

    Happy Mothers Day Mummy!

     

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  • Operation Yummy Mummy: The Motivation of a Bed Ridden Amoeba

    Right so I’m just over half way through my ludicrously short training schedule for the Lincoln 10K and as the voice of truth in my head predicted I’ve not been for enough runs. Despite having all the best intentions and even enjoying myself once out on a run, when it comes to the crunch at 5am it seems I have the motivation of a bed ridden amoeba. By 7am I am racked with guilt for not making it out of bed and spend the rest of the day psyching myself for a run when He comes home from work. 

    The biggest obstacle to #operationyummymummy is having a certain individual (mention no names – Boo!) playing conjoined twins with me all day. It’s times like these that serve as a reminder of just how important a family support network can be. With both our families in London Skype can only go so far in taking the strain. 
    It’s not all bad news. As I said once I get into my stride I’m really enjoying my runs. 40 minutes of uninterrupted me time. 

    8 days until race day and I’m starting to gulp, a lot. There’s no denying that I’m going to be in agony and there will be tears but even with this in my mind I’m still looking forward to dragging my sorry self over the finish line!

    No pain no gain!

  • Operation Yummy Mummy

    Operation Yummy Mummy

    Yes I’m a lunatic but my latest efforts I fear will prove a leap of madness too far even for me. With only 19 days to go I’ve signed up for the Lincoln 10K.

    Before my pregnancy I had the running bug. In fact through training for the 2010 Lincoln 10K and continuing afterwards I managed to lose over four stone; whilst a little crept back on I maintained a healthy weight and shape. Early pregnancy saw no change to my running – although I didn’t know at this stage that I was indeed pregnant! I voted once I discovered my confinement that I would run right up into my third trimester. Looking back its impossible not to laugh at my delusional thoughts especially when you throw in extreme morning sickness and vertigo! As many advised I was simply too ill during my troublesome pregnancy to keep up all the good work.

    So here we are Boo is seven months old and I’m still to shift the baby weight and get back into some sort of running routine. To be honest I have all the best intention in the world yet I’m lacking two things: physical energy and time. So what better way to motivate myself than to commit to running a 10K in less than three weeks. That way my effort will be on display for all to see. If I don’t train then I will die on my feet – although I’m not altogether too sure that won’t happen regardless of how much training I do!

    There have been many cries from He and my Mummy to abandon this lunacy yet I’m as stubborn as an ox so no such luck for my lurking shin splints. I need to run every day and make sure that I also go for a long walk with Boo as well to help my muscles and joints.

    It’s going to be tough; what high His work, TA commitments and personal tailing the Only time that I can guarantee to run is 5 am. Yes that’s right I will be running in the middle of the night! It’s going to be hard, really hard it’s one thing to push yourself when you’re by yourself but it’s on a completely different level when you add a Boo to the mix, not forgetting the stinkies!

    Energy drinks by the bucket load and encouragement is greatly needed. I bet you a thousand Mulberrys I’ll want to throw the towel in by the end of this week. So say hello on twitter – I’ll be using the hash tag #operationyummymummy as I’m hoping to keep this up so I’m looking and feeling fabulous by Boo’s 1st birthday in July! If you have any tips on Mummy fitness motivation or ways to maximise my runs or even to incorporate extra workouts into my daily routine with Boo then I’d love to hear from your since i’m sure you’d agree that at this stage I need all the miracles I can get. Nope?! Ok I suppose we’ll have to stick with the old fashion no pain no gain!!

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