Home 14 days. Quarantine? Sorted.
Up at 5am as I’m still worried about people looking at me running and thinking...really?
But the world seemed to be conspiring against me. I usually get up and out before my husband surfaces, but he was up before I left. Are you running, he asked. I’m just going to have coffee he suggests. But I was strong, refused, and went downstairs to put shoes and Spotify on.
Shoes? Sorted.
Spotify? Noooo.
I’ve lost my playlist as I set it up in Portugal and as I’ve had 14 days in a ‘foreign’ country, my play list is no longer available. I live running to music. Should I just run to Nike? Decisions, decisions...and it’s not yet 6am. Too much for my old brain... what to do? A quick search of Spotify and I found a running playlist so out I went. My goodness it’s cold! Maybe I’ll put on a jumper next time.
I got my first ever UK 5k and at just over 33 mins I think I’ve not lost any fitness in the interim🥳 I’ll build up over the next few runs to 10k again.
But I went out largely because I’d told you all I would. Thanks for helping me stay honest to myself. Happy running peeps.