You've been home for a while after a long, slightly odd and rather challenging day at work. You eat a large if sensible meal, drink wine and then partake of caffeinated coffee. It's late.
In fact it's 11pm. And you haven't run.
So, reluctantly you change. You are determined. You will do one mile. It will not kill you. You are grateful it has stopped raining. And you will run.
You leave the house. Amazingly - oddly - but gratefully - you feel ok.
You walk for the regulation couple of minutes of "warm up". You start to jog. Not fast, but relatively comfortably. Most of your attention is on being aware cos it is late and dark of what's around you, and trying to avoid the mud under your feet. You carry on running. Somehow you've done the mile and you're feeling ok so you keep going. And then you've done just under 1 1/2 miles ... then just under 2 ..
Eventually at just under 3 miles, amazed and bewildered with home soon to be in view, you set your sights on "that speed limit sign at the beginning of the village" a short distance ahead. And somehow, as you finally slow to a walk, you realise you have not only broken the 3 mile barrier ... but you even feel ok.
The moral of this tale I know not. I was never aware that drinking wine was such a recipe for athletic prowess! But it seems so! Only minutes before my 24 hours are up, though, I am jogged last night, I am logged last night, and now I am blogged tonight.
Janathon Day 26 is done!
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