Uphill
So far this week, I've done one walk which I'd count as a training walk, even though I was pushing the pram at the time. I went from Laxey Beach, along the main road to Baldrine corner then up the steep hill to the Begoade Road, just before the Five and a Half. I thought, "How can I make this a training walk, as opposed to a fast stroll?" So I decided to keep up the same pace I'd walked at on the flat, main road. This was quite a feat, considering the steepness of the road and the fact that I was pushing an 18 lb baby.
What I noticed, though, was that the knot of muscle on the left hand side at the back of my neck - which has been knotted up since breast feeding and is still knotted with carrying the baby - was burning like mad. I tried to relax my shoulders while I walked but it's a bit difficult when you're hanging onto the handlebar of the pram.
Once at Axnfell, I came down Rencell Hill, greatful that we'd bought a pram with a disc brake and continued along the Glen Road and up Old Laxey Hill to home. It took just under two hours which means I must've been walking at about 2.5 miles an hour which can't be bad with a pram, can it?
I haven't had a chance to do my usual Monday night swim as I've been in London on a course for a few days. I miss having the swim, even if it's only once a week. Walking through the underground in London, I felt like a real Manxee, being overtaken on both sides by feverish commuters. I don't miss living in London but I realised that I actually did a lot more walking, in an average day, when I lived in the city.
What I noticed, though, was that the knot of muscle on the left hand side at the back of my neck - which has been knotted up since breast feeding and is still knotted with carrying the baby - was burning like mad. I tried to relax my shoulders while I walked but it's a bit difficult when you're hanging onto the handlebar of the pram.
Once at Axnfell, I came down Rencell Hill, greatful that we'd bought a pram with a disc brake and continued along the Glen Road and up Old Laxey Hill to home. It took just under two hours which means I must've been walking at about 2.5 miles an hour which can't be bad with a pram, can it?
I haven't had a chance to do my usual Monday night swim as I've been in London on a course for a few days. I miss having the swim, even if it's only once a week. Walking through the underground in London, I felt like a real Manxee, being overtaken on both sides by feverish commuters. I don't miss living in London but I realised that I actually did a lot more walking, in an average day, when I lived in the city.
