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At least my armpits were turned on

As you know, I recently had a little bit of chafing on the underneath of my upper arms while running. At the time I was wearing two sports bras (thanks for all those who suggested it, I certainly don't want my new perky boobs bouncing around all over my chest so I strap those puppies down tightly) plus a vest with a built in bra thingy which made the seam on the side of the vest stick out quite a bit which rubbed against the underneath of my upper arm.  YOH! RUNNING IS DAMN HARD!

Anyway, I asked for suggestions from you kind folk and I got all sorts of excellent advice.  Something called Bodyglide (which I thought sounded just like sex lube), or bum cream (none left in the house) or good old Vaseline.  Which I should have plenty of lying around.  But of course, the damn Vaseline was nowhere to be found at sparrows fart on Thursday when I wanted to go for a run.  

I searched for as long as I could but time was marching on and I had to leave the house to take the kids to school so in desperation I peered into the back of my bathroom cupboard and found an old, unused tube of "Intimate Personal Lube For Her Pleasure".  I thought about it for a few seconds ('hmm, I am sure Bodyglide must be very similar to personal lube.....right?) and then thought "oh well, might as give it a shot".  I pumped a whole lot in the palm of my hand and applied liberally to my upper arms and around my armpits.

This was not a good idea.  FYI: Personal lube makes VERY bad anti chafing gel. 

I have since learnt that personal lube gets very thick and sticky, almost like glue, when it is on your hot skin.  It was quite a challenge to run with my upper arms almost glued to my side with lathers of now hot, thick and sticky personal lube. I was so paranoid that somehow the cars driving past knew I had personal lube on my upper arms.  I wont be doing that again in a hurry.  But hey, at least my armpits were turned on.

Photo dump

Some of the photos on my phone:

Kate giving me a puppet show (in my study while I am working.  The joys of working from home):

Which was going very well until Adam interfered and acted like a fart in the background.  Needless to say, Kate was not amused.

This morning Max did a rerun of the show for me

Posing in my closet

This is Adam, sitting on the edge of the bath which is an arms length away from where I am sitting, trying to have a wee in peace. He 'quickly' wanted to tell me something. Even though I said I was on the loo and would like not to be disturbed for just FIVE MINUTES. He said it didn't bother him at all that I was on the loo and that he would just wait for me until I was finished.  One day I will go to the loo without an audience.

Lastly, this is a pic from last term's work book. Can you believe they mention flow diagrams in grade 1 already!  The sums are easy but wow, times have changed since I was in Grade 1.  Which granted was about a hundred years ago, but still...

Update on the running

I am still running. For someone with a concentration span of a goldfish, that is seriously impressive.  I had a bit of a set back about six weeks ago when I was really sick for three loooong weeks which left me weak and pathetic like a newborn lamb, but I have got back to where I was before (which is more like a tough old ewe).  I don't think I will ever be a super athlete / marathon runner (too tall / old / big boobed), but for now I seem to be chugging along fairly nicely. As long as it burns calories and keeps me relatively fit, I am keen. Plus it is much nicer running in spring / summer than it is in winter. Feeling relatively inspired.

I have eventually decided on a running watch, which I have ordered and should be arriving within the next few days, I am very excited!  It is the Garmin Forerunner 610.  A very fancy shmancy watch that does just about everything besides give a blowjob. Which is a great pity because wouldn't that be a handy optional extra.  I am hoping that the watch will motivate me to go further and eventually faster. In the absence of a running buddy, I will use a feature called the Virtual Partner functionality - it is like having your very own imaginary running friend.  Cool.  

The only not-so-fun thing I have recently discovered is chafing.  I am not quite sure what to do about that.  My upper underarm rubs against the vest part on the side of my boobs (curse of the big boobs).  Any suggestions?  Would a short sleeved shirt be better instead of a vest so that the underarm bit is covered?  Do I need to invest in a running shirt? Is there such a thing as a running shirt? The top I am using is a cheapie gym vest top with the build in bra thingy.  So it is not exactly aerodynamic / smooth / thin / made for running. 

I must say, running is not a painless and relaxing process.  Lots of things hurt. But it is exhilarating, challenging, motivating and makes you feel good about yourself.  But it ain't a walk in the park, if you will excuse the very bad punny metaphor.  

Onwards and forwards we go!

The last Ho Ho Ho

This Christmas is probably the last Christmas that we will keep the Father Christmas fantasy alive (for the twins).  As I mentioned in my previous post, the children are starting to ask questions about Father Christmas that are increasingly difficult to answer.  The latest one is "but how is Father Christmas going to fit a bicycle down the chimney?"  Having to come up with creative answers is making my head hurt.

Plus some of the kids at school (whose parents are obviously tired of having to think of plausible ideas about getting bicycles down chimneys) are starting to tell my kids that Father Christmas isn't real. It started already last year.  The kids came home and started asking questions about whether Father Christmas exists or not.  Fortuitously someone had sent me a link to a fabulous site called Portable North Pole that creates personalised video messages from Father Christmas to your children.  You just type in their names, ages, favourite toys etc and the site creates a personalized video for your child, it is so sweet. The kids loved it.

The people from Portable North Pole contacted me a few weeks ago and asked whether I would spread the word about the website and I said 'yes sure'*.  

If you still have children young enough to believe in Santa, do yourself (and them) a favour and check out the website and make a personalized message for your child from Santa.  I'll be doing one for my kids this year, probably for the last time.  Which makes me both relieved and more than a little bit sad

To create your own personalized message from Santa, visit: www.portablenorthpole.com 

*This is a sponsored post.  The small sponsorship will be donated to the Young Mothers Support Group (http://youngmomsupport.co.za/)  If you feel like sharing the Christmas cheer to those less fortunate than most of us, visit their website for information about how you can help. 

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