June has been a month of brisk strides, damp socks, and tactical umbrella deployment.Nanny and her small sidekick have perfected the art of dodging drizzle while maintaining dignity — mostly.
Between grey skies, puddle negotiations, and the occasional sprint for cover, the Elephant Run continues, proving that even in winter, movement (and humour) are still alive and well.
🌧️ 1. The Grand Plan (Looked Excellent on Paper)
June began with Nanny’s intentions lined up like well‑behaved little soldiers.The plan was crisp, tidy, and frankly optimistic:
- 30 minutes of RPM, three times a week, before the school run
- Pilates once a week
- Body Combat once a week
- Regular school walks It was the sort of routine that suggested a woman who had mastered time, discipline, and possibly the laws of physics.
🧠 2. Reality Arrives (Carrying a Sledgehammer)
Work rolled in like a runaway boulder, flattening any illusion of spare mental bandwidth.After heavy cognitive days, Body Combat stopped looking like a fitness class and started looking like a threat to national stability.
But the backbone held:
- Pilates? Still happening.
- RPM? Three times a week, just not at the saintly pre‑school‑run hour.Movement wasn’t tidy, but it was present — which is the entire point of the Elephant Run.
🚴♀️ 3. The RPM Origin Story (Low‑Budget Heroics)
RPM remained possible thanks to one of Nanny’s smartest pre‑COVID decisions: buying the gym’s old RPM bikes when they sold them off.
Add to that a Les Mills On Demand subscription, and suddenly she had a high‑quality, low‑budget home setup that punches well above its weight.Les Mills deserves a call‑out here — the online classes are polished, motivating, and perfect for people who want studio‑level workouts without studio‑level prices.
And while Nanny generally finds group classes more motivating, when time and money are tight, this combo is a lifesaver.It’s the “no excuses” option that kept June afloat.
🏃♀️ 4. The Running Situation (Or Lack Thereof)
Running did not survive the month. The schedule slipped, the weather mocked, and the mental load said “absolutely not.”
And because Nanny has zero interest in returning to Day 1 of running intervals — a place of wheezing, suffering, and existential questioning — the 30‑minute treadmill session is now the likely weekend replacement.
Expectations for the first treadmill run: Not pretty. Possibly resembling a baby giraffe learning to walk.
But it will happen.
☔ 5. The Wet Weather Chronicles
June turned the school run into a high‑stakes game of meteorological roulette. The skies would grey over with the smug expression of someone who knows a secret.
Some mornings, Nanny and the small person made it through untouched.Other mornings, they returned home damp, not drenched — just damp enough to feel personally insulted.A light misting of disrespect.
The small person, ever enthusiastic, suggested running home on one of the dodgier days.A noble idea.
A spirited idea.
An idea Nanny vetoed instantly because she remembered the science:
Running does not reduce the number of raindrops that hit you. You simply arrive home faster, wetter, and more out of breath — a damp tribute to flawed physics.
So they walked briskly instead, scanning the horizon like two meteorologists with trust issues.
☂️ 6. Umbrella Protocol (Now Plural)
Plural umbrellas are now standard issue — one for Nanny, one for the small person — because the one time they don’t bring them, the clouds absolutely know.
They wait.
They bide their time.
They strike.
💪 7. The Month in Summary
Despite the chaos — the workload, the weather, the winter mental load — movement still happened. Not perfectly.
Not according to the original script.
But consistently enough to count.
🔮 8. Looking Ahead
Next month looks similar, but with a twist: Nanny has committed to a gym, removing the “it’s raining so I can’t” loophole. Body Combat may eventually stop feeling like an audition for a Marvel stunt team.
And the treadmill will keep the running ability from sliding back to Day 1 — a win for dignity and knees alike.
This month wasn’t polished.It wasn’t structured.
But it was lived — damp edges and all.
You are the star of your own story — may the force stay with you 🐘
