PERI MENOPAUSAL ! OH YES ! Just when you think you have it sorted, your kids are big enough for you to actually enjoy a day out, you're broke but want for nothing, you're the fittest you've been in years, you've kept the 2 stone off for 2 whole years and Nadia has won the Great British Bake Off.....the fff*** hormones strike. The clues were there.....! "Am I the only one who finds it very warm in here?" I asked repeatedly at work, only to be told that yes I was. The heating has been switched off in my office and I relish walking in there to the cool. I have to have a window open at night for fear I might actually suffocate in my apparently airless bedroom. If you asked GASP however he may point to one particular feature. The one week out of every four he actually fears for his life has become a lot harder to predict. Now it can happen ANYTIME ! The mere request for some mayonnaise on a sandwich the other night saw the bread knife point straight upwards and glint in the hands of a quivering lunatic, who decided it was an appropriate time to give a full lecture on the " gift horse in the mouth" element of someone making your lunch for you. I could see he was dying to say " it's just a bit of mayo" but he very astutely decided to let it go....he is still alive as a result. You see I'm like a c**t. I've no idea when I will be, what will cause it, how long it will last or if this is who I will be for the next 10 years. I am swallowing Krill Oil, taking Magnesium, Vitamin B and it does appear to be helping, but the one thing which works immediately and brilliantly is running....YES ! I may not be the only one in this phase as one of the Marathon Mary's confided in me that she was going to stay at home the other night but her husband begged her to go for a run !
For the first kilometre I argue in my head with everyone who I think has annoyed me for the day, I pound a few heads under my feet and then suddenly the calm hits, I smile a totally involuntary smile and all is well with the world. It is amazing to me. I get it ! I get why running is addictive, I know why people keep it up, I love that feeling. Now a "real runner" Speedy Sheehan very kindly gave me the book " Born to Run" which looks at the barefoot running of the Tarahumara in Mexica. You may find this hard to believe but I have a sense now that I am actually part Tarahumara as page 74 indicates that " the Choguita Tarahumara protect themselves with fine woollen ponchos that hang nearly to their feet. As they fly down the trail. capes flowing around them, they look like magician appearing in a puff of smoke" ! Just like me in my Elvery's poncho !!!!! In years to come I am sure a book will be written about the Hormonal Larahumaras, a strange tribe of female runners clad in poncho's muttering madly to themselves and sweating profusely before they break into a wide smile and go home to their husbands happy, calm and randy !!!!
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