Last night hubby asked what I was up to today, then asked me to go to Wickes to get another tin of paint (he's painting our bedroom) in the morning, the idea being that if I go he can get on with the paint he has, if he goes it wastes a couple of hours of painting time. Unfortunately this didn't fit in with plans for a run or a parkrun; independent run from 8.30 ish to some time after 9, home, shower, I wouldn't get out until 10ish, back about half 11, most of the morning gone. Same with parkrun, run 9 to about half past, back tenish, don't get out until even later. But no, I soldiered on, went to parkrun, but instead of coming home and going back out I drove straight to Wickes in my fluorescent top and jacket, shorts and sodden running shoes.
Far from being self conscious that I was wearing shorts in January and had legs covered in mud to the knees (and beyond!) I felt happy, content; I was flaunting my fitness (and idiocy of running in the wind, rain and mud) to all who could see it!
Happy running everyone!
more jog less run!
Happy birthday parkrun!
Getting acquainted with the injury couch
Northern Lass running in London, who would have thought?
Parkrun run report :)
