Come on Daddy, get back running...

The constant mill.

The little fella is beginning to smile.  Is there any feeling better than having your infant son smile at you before you set off for work?  At 7.30am this morning I looked into the cot to see if he was alright and there he was, happily lying there with his eyes open and his two little arms upstretched.  And just as he noticed me he smiled the tinest bit!

I did another three miles on the threadmill yesterday... it's true to say that I'm just hanging on to my fitness by the tiniest of threads, but it's something to grasp on to at least... perhaps this week will be the week.  Perhaps.

Leenane 5 Miler?

I hopped on to the threadmill for a three mile run yesterday.  Now, you know that I don't like the threadmill but it does serve a purpose from time to time, and with the recent arrival of our first child Murty, it afforded me the chance to go three miles without moving away from the house!  Actually, this was my first run since the birth of our little boy.  The first two weeks of his life has meant a bit of adjusting in my own!  I was actually a little afraid of the prospect of this run - would I be able for it?  Had I fallen too far behind?  As it turned out, I just ran it nice and easy and it was all fine.  Another few of these and I should be back on track (or should I say, back on the road!).

Next Sunday sees the return of the wonderful Leenane 5mile road race.  I've done this a few times, and would love to be able to do it again on Sunday, but I'm not sure if we can juggle early parenthood around to facilitate the day out.  A race like this would really get me back into the groove of things... so fingers crossed we can work it out.

On the blog front:  I've just noticed that I've crossed the 20,000 page view threshold!  Hey hey, pop the bubbly!

The Future of Running...

Great Reason for a Lay-Off!

Just when I thought I was back in the running groove, my wife went into labour and our lives have changed completely... so welcome to the world little Murty.  He was born last Friday morning (actually a week last Friday), at 10.40am, weighing just under 7lbs and bearing a significant resemblance to his Daddy!  Mammy and child are both doing fantastically well.  We're delighted with the little fella and completely smitten.  Everything has been baby baby baby for the past eight days - I'm concious that I have to go for a run at some stage, but not just yet!