It's dangerous being a dad

I did about 26 miles of running last week - not the greatest week of training. It started well - on Sunday evening I had a great run. We are lucky to live across the road from a small woodland, and I can do a 1.5 mile loop from my house on nice forest trails with about 100m ascent on the loop and great views from the top of the hill. So on Sunday evening I got my headtorch on and set off to run round the loop four times. My eldest son and daughter had the job of timing each loop so they spent an hour at the living room window watching out for my light coming through the woods then writing down the time that I passed by the house. They had a good time looking out for me, and I really enjoyed the fact that they were involved in my running, and also I got a big cheer from the house every time I passed by.

The view from the top of the 1.5 mile loop

During the week I did a few nice lunchtime runs on Kinnoul Hill in Perth, and had planned on a long run on Friday evening but felt like I was starting to get a cold plus my youngest son had a fever so I decided I was better off at home.

And now I haven't run for the last four days either. On Saturday I injured my foot going too fast down the flumes at Grangemouth swimming pool, then on Sunday evening I injured my back practicing dance moves with my daughter in the kitchen. My foot feels alright now but I think it might be a couple more days before my back is better. I had a lot of fun getting the injuries so I won't complain too much, but in future I might leave the waterslides and disco dancing to the kids.

Yeah, right!