Breathe in through the nose.. and out through the nose..

The E word. Exercise. Not my favourite. I know I promised myself. And (typical moi) I am on and off the wagon. I think a little angel has whispered in M5's ear, cos every morning, M5 says, "Mum, can we do our pilates now?" and the lads faithfully lie on the floor with me and stretch and roll and "breathe into their powerhouse"...

And guess what? I've had my arm twisted to do my first triathlon in just over three weeks!!!!!
It's only a mini-triathlon, and hardly competitive, but it's a start.