It was 10 o’clock in the evening and cold & rainy outside. We’d been for a great meal out and started to get to know Rachel my son’s first really serious girl-friend. She is staying with us for a couple of days before they both go back to Uni.
I was so belly-full of curry that it was a struggle even to lace up my running shoes. Clearly, this run was going to be somewhat less than magnificent. Picture if you will, a stag effortlessly springing across the moorland. Now compare that image to a beached walrus.
There was only 1 reason for going out for a run: “because it’s bloody Janathon, that’s why”. I grumbled as I went out the door.
And of course, as soon as I’d run the first few strides, it was just great. 5K trotted out at a distinctly leisurely pace, I returned soggy & grinning. Because it’s only bloody Janathon!