SCHOOL RUNNINGS
Our resident running mummy Claire Chamberlain is getting to grips with a strange but exciting new phase of parenting
KEEP RUNNING, MUMMY!
Blink and he’ll be starting school.” My son was six weeks old. Tiny and snug in his oversized snowsuit. He was screaming (it felt like he was always screaming.) We were in the supermarket and the words floated into my ear from a cooing passerby, as I attempted to sift through my brain – fuzzy with sleep deprivation – to remember what I had gone in there for in the first place.
I almost cried, standing there in the frozen foods isle. Still a little sore from the C-section, all I could see were those long minutes, hours and days stretching before me. It panicked me, that this small, unsettled baby had altered my life so completely; that there was no going back; that I didn’t know what the hell I was doing; that I felt like I couldn’t cope.