Time is a strange and warped concept. Having been away last night (just working at an office rather too far away for easy commuting) I arrived home tonight at about half seven having had to defrost my car at the station before driving the last stretch home.
I felt that the last time I had run was weeks ago (yep, yesterday morning in reality!). The Janathon seemed a strange and alien creature, prowling the dark night entirely unconnected to me. Trying to avoid thinking about it I kept just telling myself to go and run. Physically and emotionally though I felt totally disconnected. I didn't even hate the idea of going out (yes, regular blog-readers, your cynicism is fully permitted) though the cold, dark and icy roads did not feel exactly as if they were welcoming this tired, hungry and drained worker bee. Somehow it simply felt that whole concept must have been happening to someone else.
Still, you will be proud, dear Janathon cheerleaders.
I knew dinner and then the post-prandial slump would be fatal. I knew even sitting on the sofa or curling up with coffee would scupper any chance I had too. So I went through the usual contortions to get the sports bra on; I donned the just-about-wearable sports kit retrieved from the dryer; I found the trainers; I shivered a little and found a beanie hat*; finally I shoved the phone into my new running belt and left the house.
And 25 mins or so later I was back. 2 miles done, with endurance if not with joy. So before I turn into a pumpkin I bid you all goodnight and many excellent Janathon morrows. Finally I am jogged, I am logged and now, too, I am blogged.
* Hat benefits - The beanie avoids any need for tidy hair or for the latest edition of household-hairband search ** and is therefore to be recommended to all
** Am currently considering patenting the daytime-tv rights for Household Hairband Quest so keep your eyes peeled on those obscure freeview channels
Continuing to impress me Helen! Well done x
ReplyDeletewell done, thats sheer determination for you :)
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