Today I packed my gym bag into my car so I could go straight after a business networking meeting without any excuses. Now the last time I managed to get myself organised enough to go straight to the gym on the way back from somewhere, I also managed to forget my running shoes, and had to go home to fetch them! I was therefore feeling very pleased with myself as I got to the gym and got myself fully changed - only to discover I hadn't actually packed my towels π I swear I had a brain before this pesky ageing and hormonal gubbins!!
This of course meant I'd have to a) go home afterwards for a shower and b) survive the treadmill with nothing to wipe my face. Two things I have never mastered how to do in a ladylike fashion - sneezing (not immediately relevant here!!) and sweating! Not the most inviting prospect, but hey, I'm made of stern stuff, so I decided to just get on with it, thinking maybe it'd teach me to remember next time!!
I'd decided I was going to aim for my second ever 5K, nice and steady, but not beat myself up if it didn't happen, seeing as the last few runs have been more through treacle toffee than just treacle!
Next minor hiccup was realising you can't actually do a distance based guided run if your phone is sitting in the holder not moving. Duh! I so miss my brain.
Anyway, once I got going it soon became apparent that the treacle was nowhere in evidence, and that this 5K was a done deal. So much so that I actually carried on to 6K!!! I should add (before someone tells me off for doing too much) that since graduation I've been alternating the consolidation type runs at the gym with runs outside. I've been repeating one from each week of C25K as my ankles get used to it, so my overall weekly distance is still well within recommended increases.
So, triumphant but soaking I had to drive home in my sweatlogged gear - definitely gonna remember those towels next time π