Yesterday was a day of great news and not so great news.
The great news was that at 12.10am I became an Aunty to little Ethan Roger, who arrived in the world weighing a whopping 9lb 5ozs. I will be going to see him on Sunday so expect pics on Mondays blog!
The not so great news is that I have Achilles Tendonitis. The physio isn’t sure how severe – I need to go for a scan, but I can’t run for at least 3 weeks, I’ll be having ultrasound every 4 days and I am on active rest which means walking is OK in moderation, cycling isn’t, I can do some weight training but not too much on my legs – pretty much the only thing I can do to build up a sweat is swim.
The closest public pool to me is only 4 miles away. Result, you would think – until you see it. It’s falling apart (they have a net to catch plaster falling off the ceiling but it doesn’t always work) and it’s filthy – thankfully they are building a brand spanking new one that is 2 miles closer to home, but is not opening until July next year. So I have forked out a massive £250 to join my local David Lloyd for 3 months, as its the only gym wihtin a 15 mile radius with a decent pool and a 3 rather than a 12 month contract. I’m not best pleased about it and neither is hubby but I have promised him I will use it enough to make it cost effective. It costs £3 per session to swim and £5 for an exercise class at the council sports centre, so as long as I swim 3 times go to 3 classes a week I’ll be quids in….hm….