Remember that? Here's a little reminder of the 1970's advert. Yes that was me on Wednesday night. I did my very best impersonation of a weeble. I did wobble but I didn't fall down.
|'Vintage' aka 1980's set of weebles - picture ebay|
I am, of course, talking about the Race for Life or as my daughter keeps calling it Run for your Life. The weather was just perfect - beautiful sunshine all day and warm in the evening. We arrived early and were able to park in the secret squirrel car park only known to the locals. I'm sorry I cannot possibly divulge the details of its whereabouts otherwise I would have to hand back the keys to Crawley town.
I was all set with my pink attire and felt good to go. So if you ever want to look like a big fat weeble (doesn't everyone aspire to look like one at some point? No?!) then donning a pink neon tutu over your fat arse, wearing a pink headband over your moon face or "bear head"which ever you prefer and teaming it with one pink lace glove A la Madonna is just the ticket. I looked bloody awful. There are various pics of me on facebook doing the rounds which I feel I cannot censor given that the run is about cancer research, supporting my friend and not about my own vanity.
Most of us have control over pics that end up on facebook. I mean we even check photos for approval seconds after they are taken. No one puts vile pictures of themselves up do they. My husband did a good number on me after the 2 hour c-section with buddy. He just uploaded ALL of the pre-op, during op and post op pictures to share the joy. The WORSE pictures of me EVER were there in all their glory on facebook. Not only that they were there for three frigging days. My friend said "I did wonder whether you knew they were on there." Translation - you looked rough girlfriend.
Having said all this, ultimately this is what I look like but urgh I'm still depressed about it now. Okay not depressed but a bit preoccupied with it shall I say. I really feel I look no different than I did last year although I have been told that I do. I do try and remind myself that this time 2 years ago I weighed 16 stone 5lbs and now I'm just under 13 stone.
|I'm second in from the left next to my lovely cousin|
One good thing that has come from this - asides from raising money for cancer research and supporting my friend of course! - is that I have been excellent this week on the food front. I am eating Ryvitas for lunch - what?! I happen to like them - the ones with the pumpkin seeds. I do feel under pressure now but I have to keep going. If, whilst on the beach in August I know that I did all I could to slim then I will be happy.
Finally, about that race. My BF who has breast cancer has written about it here. I have to say she did amazing considering she is due her 5th round of chemo next week. The day we did the race is at a time when she has very little white blood cells to fight infection. It was a very emotional evening and her mum was close to tears at one point which set me off when we got a big shout out from the local radio station.
When you set off it is a bit like trying to get past people during the January sales but after that it was just wonderful. There were about 1,500 people so less than I was expecting.The setting was in Tilgate park a beautiful lake and woods where I spent a lot of my childhood and so have my children. It was worth it just for the scenery alone. I walked with my cousin in front of Cath at first together with my stepdaughter but honestly we couldn't have stood still as slow as she was a walking. Does that make sense? You get the picture.
My cousin was itching to jog and I said I'll just check that my stepdaughter was okay. She replied that she would "die" if you had to walk any faster than a snails pace. So I got the all clear by which time my cousin had ran off. I could see her pink ears bobbing up and down in the distance. I did take off too but I couldn't catch her and felt it might be somewhat inappropriate to start screeching her name at the top of my voice.
I jogged, walked, jogged. At the last bit it said 500 metres to go and I thought well if you can't jog that you can't jog anything. I was knackered but I had to keep going as there were crowds cheering on. The finish line was up hill too. Some comedian said "this should be a sprint finish now". I didn't have the energy to say any expletives to him. I crossed the line at 46 mins and given I walked the first 2km didn't think that was too bad. I would love to jog it properly next time and that's what we plan on doing - Cath included.
We raised over £3,000 and in true weeble fashion we didn't fall down.
|Weeble with medal and my cousin with the ears|