Early doors out of the house, a long day in work mostly consumed by training, a late drive up the motorway, and then dinner at the house of a colleague: all sounds like a full day rounded off with lovely food and company doncha think? And indeed it was, lovely!
However ... in such a schedule when does fit in one's Janathon? Oh no, the crisis point had finally arisen! The simple time required to get changed, run, showered and changed back just didn't seem to be available.
And so, at 11.40 last night I arrived home. By 11.50 I was out in running gear with gloves, hat and above all a burning determination not to fail to keep me moving. Every step was noticed and logged, every breath deliberate, every corner rounded one turn closer to being home again and able to collapse onto a warm and cosy sofa. But I did it. By midnight I had run over a mile, and by five past I was back at home and heading directly for bed (no shower at that time of night I'm afraid!)
I still don't know, well through Saturday (although within, naturally, my 24-hour target since I can't not blog after doing what's supposed to be the hard bit!), whether I can describe such behaviour as dedication and fortitude ... or whether it is better viewed as a mixture of stupidity, stubborness and a clear inability to see the wood for the trees. Please feel free to vote again if you wish!
However, the end result is that so far I have kept it up, and secretly - now the ice and the yawning is behind me - it makes me smile. My Janathon continues!
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