mothers on the verge

I did something a little strange on Saturday morning. Something a little unlike me. Something a teeny bit insane. Saturday morning. I got up. I put my trainers and joggers on. I went to the City and gathered with hundreds of other runners. Then I got dressed up in a gorilla suit and did a 7k circuit of the City of London for the Great Gorilla Run . I walked, I ambled, I limped, and then I finally ran in a suitably face-saving show-off manner for the last quarter of a mile. (But before you scoff, please bear in mind that over the past decade I have done nothing more taxing than run to the bus stop. I obviously had to keep my health at front of mind). I learned a few things: 1. Furry gorilla suits are unbearably hot and itchy, and not designed for anything more than a slow amble (especially on an unusually hot day in late September) 2. I am shamefully unfit 3. In fact, everyone else is in better shape than I am (especially all my colleagues who pelted, excuse the pun, to the finish li...