I didn't get out in New Year's Eve as planned. I got all psyched up then my ex phoned to ask if I wanted my son home as I'd been ill over christmas (which was nice as I've never had him for new year so we cuddled in bed all night eating crumble and custard and watching films
Anyhoo, I digress...
So today, first day of term, I woke up to horizontal rain and I told myself I'd go tomorrow
But I knew that tomorrow would never come so I had strict words with myself, pulled on multiple layers, trainers, gloves, a hat and my headphones, downed a large coffee and headed out after drop off.
I was scared. Very scared.
I was convinced I'd be back to square one
So I put M People's "Proud" on repeat and slogged on.
And what do you know...I did it!
Except for the part when I fell over a molehill...but we won't mention that again
I'm soggy, I'm tired and I'm hiked up on black coffee...but I'm dead proud of this arthritic body of mine!!
I'm eating a Granny Smith to celebrate whilst trying to ignore my son's chocolate stash sitting temptingly next to the fruit bowl.