I’ve run a lot since the New Year, trying to work out what the hell I wanted to do with my running. I even raced (unsuccessfully). Then I took my son to run (successfully) his first marathon. And next weekend, he will attempt his first 50 miler. So while I am still Sybil-ish in my own pursuits, I am happy to be able to share running with my child (who regularly reminds me he will only be a child for 3 more months. Gulp.).

And I’ve been doing some cooking. Okay, a lot of cooking. Okay, too much cooking. I’m cooking for myself, my family and then experimenting on recipes for a cooking column I’m writing for my sister. Her new book, The Glass Kitchen, comes out in June so I’ve been tweaking recipes from our childhood and writing a little story with them. It’s been a lot of nostalgic fun layered with extra calories.

And with all that cooking, I dare not stop running, even if I’m not racing.

So, I’m still faithfully hitting the (baby) trails and watching cooking shows while I’m on the treadmill. There’s a part of me that feels that my midlife crisis will be solved with enough miles and a great recipe for lemon pound cake. We’ll see.

Happy Running!