Frankly, Helen, this is getting ridiculous. (I've given up the self-talk only while running. I've decided to get serious and self-talk on my blog too!)
Yesterday I got home quite late and then went out Janathoning (yes, I know it isn't necessarily a verb but as it has become the dominant feature of my entire rhetorical landscape it's linguistic role has also developed apace). Amazingly I managed to keep going for a whole three miles. I even managed to log it when I got back. I know not how these things happened I grant, but the phone (my portable GPS mechanism!) tells me they did. Then my bed called, followed by up, out, drive across several counties, work, zoom to Sainsbury's to grab food for lunch, work, drive, in, grab laptop, dash out to governors' meeting, and finally back. So now it is well over 23 hours since I got back yesterday. Thus this desperate and heartfelt blogging before my 24-hour deadline.
Then next? Oh yes, now I must faff around finding a change of clothes, and force myself out again to carry out today's jogging duties. Thank goodness we're getting there and nearly through this Janathon malarkey!
Anyway, sorry folks I've gotta dash, apparently I've got this weird Janathon commitment to keep before dinner and bedtime ;-)
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