Running – One Year On


I was unsure. I was self-conscious. I was worried. I was also a bit excited.

But on that first day of Couch to 5K I pushed through all the doubts and showed myself I in fact could do it.

It’s been exactly a year since I laced up my running shoes and headed out for the first time. There have been days over the past year when I couldn’t wait to get out there and other times, weeks at a time, when it was the last thing I wanted to do so running was put off for another day or week. But after too many days of not running I would begin to feel like something was missing and I always managed to get back in the groove.

Since August 10, 2016 I’ve started and finished the Couch to 5K program (which I wholeheartedly recommend to anyone thinking of trying it) and I’ve also signed up for and ran a 5K in town, managing to not come in last which honestly was my only goal.

And to celebrate this one year runniversary I’ll be hitting the pavement again, albeit slowly, this afternoon.

Easter Walk

The weather was really nice on Sunday and the sun streaming through the windows was prodding me to get outside and go for a walk. So lucky to have walking and hiking trails close by and to feel safe using them.






I often mock my husband for his hometown’s lack of an actual river. This stream is about as close to a river as you’re likely to get in Haugesund.


I’ve run this route before as well and though it’s brutal going at times (at least for me) the scenery tends to keep my mind off the pain in my legs.






Darker and stormier looking clouds can be seen gliding in from the left and I just made it home before it started to rain.

Today was another gorgeous day and I had a strong urge to take a stroll by the sea. But that’s a post for another day.

A Few Thoughts on Running


This is my running jar. Every time I lace up and get outside and run I add another stone. As you can see it’s time for another jar.

Back in august of 2016 I laced up some runners, went outside and started on the C25K journey. The first day was the worst. Mostly before actually starting it and because my brain kept coming up with new and exciting ways I would fail.

But I didn’t fail. (Take that, brain.)

The newest stone in the jar is a bit special because it commemorates my 75th run. I’ve breezed through warm days with the sun on my face. I’ve plodded along on rainy days with almost frozen drops pelting me. I’ve schlepped over snow covered paths convinced any second I’d wind up slipping on a hidden bit of ice.


These are the running pants I wear most days. They started off with crisp reflective stripes down one leg and now they’re looking a bit worse for wear. I pretend that what I always liked to think of as my racing stripes have worn off from the high velocity breezes that they’re subjected to when I run.

The going has at times been hard (and still is to be honest) but at the end of each run, as sweat is pouring down my face, I can’t help but smile.

A more in depth review of my C25K experience is in the works and any time anyone wants join in with their own experiences I would love that!

Ahh, springtime…

…when thoughts turn to warmer weather, renewal and new beginnings. Or in my case getting my butt in gear and getting back to blogging. It’s been a long while so why don’t we start off with a picture laden post of the early goings on in my still-a-work-in-progress garden!


These crocuses (croci?) are some of the first splashes of colour I see this time of year when I look out the window into the yard, shooting up shortly after the white snow drops have made their debut.


I do enjoy these bunches of lush green leaves scattered here and there though I can never quite remember what they are before their flowers come along. I’ve blogged before of my less than green thumb and can report there is still but the faintest hue visible on those digits.


Winters here on the west coast of Norway are quite mild so it feels like spring has been looming for the longest time. The rhododendron buds have been looking plump for what seems like weeks now.


This past fall this Hellebore was looking a bit worse for wear but it seems to have bounced back and its new growth is looking healthy and strong.


Though not one of my favourites in the garden all the roses are starting to show new growth. It always surprises me how much pruning they can take and still come back with a vengeance the next year.


Another dash of vibrant purple just because.


These don’t look like much now but give them a couple of weeks and they’ll be glorious purple balls of flowering awesomeness. Just found out these are called Primula denticulata or Drumstick Primula. I may like them even more knowing that.


And in the great tangle that is the Clematis (always affectionately known in my mind as Chlamydia), this first little burst of new growth. One of a great many more to come in the weeks ahead.

And so may it be with my blog. Stay tuned.