Squeaky Daddy's big ambition is to run the London Marathon one day. He's tried to get a place for the last few years, but "standard" entry places are like gold dust - it's a lot of work to raise the sort of money needed for a charity place. It's a fantastic ambition, and I'd be really proud of him if he achieved it. I know I couldn't do it myself.
There's a little part of me that would like to run, but I actually don't know how to start - I was never that sporty at school, our school didn't do swimming, which was always my thing. Between that & cycling, I've got two-thirds of a triathlon, it's just the running I couldn't manage. I watched an Iron Man Triathlon on holiday a couple of years back - it was all I could do in the blazing Spanish sunshine to walk to the beach bar for an ice-cream, never mind the kind of endurance they showed. Really inspiring.
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Believe it or not though, a marathon's nothing to our pre-school wonderkids! Pound for pound, sized up to adults, they run the equivalent of 30 miles a day! All that careering around being a dog, a horse, a ballet dancer, playing hide & seek and general mischief making all adds up to a mammoth amount of exercise for those little legs. Or if the marathon's not your thing, their daily exercise is equal to 6 hours of rowing (more than enough to get across the channel), or 250 minutes of boxing - which is enough for 83 rounds!
Growing Up Milk on my side to help me get the balance right.
Now, my child's asleep, worn out after her marathon day, and I'm back to the telly to continue my marathon. There's still 11 days to go until we know who the 2013 World Champion will be! I'm missing being there, I haven't been to Sheffield to watch the snooker since before Squeaky was born. When she's a little bit older, maybe.