I have a confession: After three-and-a-half months of living in our new town, I'm still kind of battling to settle in. I just miss so many things about our "old life": Our dear old nanny's toothless grin; the daily driveway chats with our old neighbour; having to dodge the Naval Hill parkrun ostrich every Saturday morning; our peaceful neighbourhood strolls; and waxing lyrical over Woolies Cafe's bestest-estest, freshest juice you've ever tasted. I really, really miss it all.
And yes, I know all about blooming where you're planted, and keeping sight of the bigger picture - I've just been feeling a bit off lately. (I bumped into two local ladies on different occasions during the past few weeks, one of whom told me that she cried for seven years straight after moving to Kimberley before feeling at home, and the other for 20 years... At least I know I'm in good company, right?)
Anyway, I suspect that a week-long hiatus from running also contributed to my new-town-blahs: I caught J Bear's coughing bug at Clarens, and have been coughing instead of running ever since. Boo. Until yesterday, that is: I was feeling better and just had to move. Cue the one thing that never fails to make me feel better: A family run.
|But first, a jumping selfie.|
It was good. It always is. And no, I'm not miraculously settled in and happy in our new town after a single good run, but you know what? It sure helped.
|Family stretching post-run. Yip, we have a new little runner on our hands...|
So for now, here's to staying healthy, to running and to family fun. We'll get there...!