So this morning was supposed to be a long run. I hadn't decided how long, but at least 10K.
Left the house at 9ish after the usual internal debate about what to wear. It's cold, but sunny... Just as I was leaving we took possession of my father-in-law, who's been evacuated because of the unexploded bomb. Anyway, I got to the end of my road to find a policeman stopping people from going towards the uni. I made a joke along the lines of 'but were OK up here' and he said, rather ominously, "yes, for the moment". It transpired that we'd know by ten. So I decided to come home and pack a bag. Came home, quick chat with hubby, didn't pack a bag and went out again, but changed my plan to staying local.
Well I ran for 2 minutes, and saw someone I knew and had a 2 minute chat (bomb talk), then I ran approx 1km and bumped into a lovely couple I know, who flagged me down for a chat. (Bomb) Half an hour later (!!) I extracated myself from the conversation, have up on running and went home. (Might have to pack a bag and go) So my long run turned out to be 1km and 2 chats.
Might go out later...