The Christmas decorations are down and packed away, with the exception of a few, newly named, ‘winter lights’ to keep a bit of cheerfulness running through January. The Christmas cake is eaten; the last few pieces sustaining us through a walk around Nidderdale.
A week into 2020 and I am still resolved to train for the hilly 10k runs in the spring. A couple of short runs this week have helped to get me back into the running habit. I did achieve the milestone of 61 parkruns ahead of my birthday later this month. Was I only joking when I announced that I would only need to do one parkrun a year now to stay ahead of my age? It was another slow run; but I was there and we are reminded every week that ‘parkrun is a run, not a race’.
This granny also rediscovered the joy of going for a swim this week. Not quite the exhilarating experience of swimming in the sea that I am promising myself for later in the year, just a session up and down the local pool. Hard work, but very satisfying and I have promised myself that I will be back for more.
In other news, the first week in January saw this granny celebrating a minor success: the judges of the Edinburgh international flash fiction award 2020 selected one of my pieces for their long list and for publication later this year. From now on, it will not only be #thisgrannyruns but also #thisgrannywrites. https://www.storyawards.org
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