It seems that my children have suddenly become possessed by the devil. They have decided they don't like sleep any more or their "princess bed's". Here is what I tried : -
1. I have spent a total of 3 hrs 30 mins constantly picking them up and putting them back in bed, suffice to say that didn't work.
2. Leave them to scream until they "tire themselves out". I hate this saying as it does not apply to Orla, she is a MACHINE (much like the bad guy from Terminator 2 - T-1000) alas this didn't work either
3. Talk to them at their level like an adult. This resulted in a massive tantrum with them constantly screaming "mummy's bed" or "daddy lay down".
I finally settled on choice 4. Read them a story (or 3) and sit with them until they fall asleep this went far to easy and as I type I am praying that they sleep through.
Anyway back to the running. GUESS WHAT......... My senneheiser's have arrived
I went for a run wearing them yesterday morning and all was well until my phone/music player packed up. Now you may think "not a major thing, get over it" but this was the opposite I instantly forgot how to run and breath at exactly the same time and looked like I was having some kind of fit at the side of the road while whacking my phone trying to bring it back to life eventually I had to reset it which meant my gps tracker lost track and ballsed (used it again therefore it must be a word) up my timings and everything. I did however, manage to do all this without stopping, and at the end of the run (2.6 miles) I did feel like I had something left in the tank which surely means the training is paying off.
Well tomorrow I will attempt to burst through the 3 mile mark. Fingers crossed.
Just to point out I am currently listening to some 90's dance in aid of Pete Tong's 20 year tenure @ Radio 1. Man, there was some awesome music back then "call me raider, call me wrong, call me insane, call me Mr vain"
Peace Out http://www.justgiving.com/Fat-Lads-September-From-Hell
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