I often forget, as we run around the park, just how odd/different/interesting we must look: you don’t see many people running around with their baby in tow. We often get smiling glances and positive comments and this reminds me that people view me differently now I am a mum…gone are the days of white-van-man shouting ‘fat arse!’ out of the window (hopefully!). This morning a young woman approached us on her walk and said ‘You’re great!’ and a friend we bumped into as she walked her dog said ‘Good on you!’. I do wonder if it looks harder than it is, maybe people imagine that the buggy is difficult to push, when in fact it’s really light. Of course, it does slow me down and change the way I run but it’s not a hardship apart from on the big hill. I do notice myself swapping hands: changing the hand I use to push Hector along and pumping away with the other and sometimes I do a ‘push-glide’ sequence on the flatter, smoother bits so I can move both arms freely for a while. The little games we play whilst running.
Yesterday the weather was so still and clammy that I felt like I couldn’t move without breaking into a sweat, but today there is a fresh breeze which feels like a relief, although slightly challenging to run against!
Last night I watched a programme about Colin Jackson on BBC1 – he had undergone various tests to try and establish whether or not he has a natural propensity towards fast movement or whether he has simply trained hard to achieve his success. It was interesting that he seemed to want proof that he had a special body, a body that gives him a head-start, when I would have thought it is more impressive to have trained hard and pushed yourself from the same starting point as anyone else. I liked the way the people of Jamaica celebrated and pushed their young athletes, and the suggestion that this is what helps to produce such a high number of medal winners. How wonderful it would be to see such support in this country, to see those with a natural ability, like Colin, being carried to their success by the crowd.
One of the things they discussed was the ability to bounce back from failure, something that Colin Jackson had in abundance and this made me think about Hector and his huge learning curve. As I watch him exploring his surroundings he often stumbles and falls, usually sustaining a bump or graze, but every time he gets back up and tries again. So what happens along the way to make us either retain this ability or retreat and become afraid of failure? I hope Hector never loses this desire to succeed; it’s a joy to watch him overcome an obstacle and steady himself after a wobble. Leaps and bounds.
Time: 32.39 minutes
Distance: 3.17 miles
Average Pace: 10.17
Best Pace: 8.13