There has been a lot of chatter lately about implementing ‘credit curfews’ so that desperate or/and inebriated people can’t take out payday loans late at night.
I think I need a shopping curfew. I woke up at about 4am and could not get back to sleep. I thought about running but I live on an Estate which has alarms all over the place. I can take a buzzer and zap myself through them, but it’s a faff. So I made a coffee and browsed ‘running sun visors’ instead. GoGo_JoJo recommended the ‘Buff’ visor (thank you!). As much as I balk at the idea of running (or doing anything, really) with ‘Buff’ written on my head, there was a pretty snazzy one with a discreet logo for sale, so it went in the basket. Then I saw a pair of running sunglasses... if only running were as easy as shopping!
After all that spending I felt obliged to go for the run. It was still early so I bravely wore just a pair of (stalwart) pants and some net shorts and a bra top. Unfortunately my ass started to eat the pants quite early in the run. I decided to ignore the fact my butt was potentially hanging out of the net shorts like some terrible parody of a beer belly under a string vest and just charged on.
It was a charge - I could only do a short one as my child was waiting for me. I thought I’d try and do 3k in under 20 minutes. Well, I did it in less than that! Very pleasing, although my legs did collapse under me a little bit at the end, my breathing was ragged and the sweat was actually trickling in rivers down my neck. I reckon if I’d tried to do another 2k (to get to 5k) it would have taken another 20 minutes at least!
Don’t you find the increase in effort feels disproportionate to the increase in pace?!
Just a 3K Run ☀️🏃♀️👍
2nd hand shop doing solely running gear
