Well actually it is butter, it is just in a back-pack.
My father-in-law is returning home after a visit, so for a treat I am making a lasagne for tea (a Mary Berry recipe no less!) but I managed to use most of my meager remaining Bertolli (other spreads are available - no unfair advertising).
As an extra special treat, I thought I would go the whole hog and make an apple and rhubarb crumble - but of course for the crumble topping....I need butter.
Hmmm. What to do? Phone the wife, she is in town and she can pop to the local corner shop Sainsbury's (a bit like the Tesco Metro stores) which is still open at this time on a Sunday. No answer - well that's a shocker. I sometimes wonder why she has a mobile!
Now here is the rub. Before, I would have jumped in the car for a quick zip down and back, maybe even jumped on the motorbike (Batcycle, Batcycle must remember to call it the Batcycle) but that is a bit faffy getting the lid on and changing into boots. So.......I ran.
This is a man who would get out of breath running a bath.
I popped on my leggings and running top, fast forwarded week 8 Laura to remove some of the warm up walk (Sainsbury's is not far enough away otherwise) and set off. Now, usually I walk up the road before I start - I live half way along a hill but the town centre is the other way, so I started running straight away, downhill. I was conscious not to go too fast due to the slope.
End of the road, across the main road at the bottom and straight on - nice and gentle. At this point I must also say, as I was giong to buy some groceries, I needed my wallet. These new running leggings are not over endowed with pockets. Just one tiny one for a door key. So I had donned a ruck-sack. I am running to Sainsbury's - with a ruck-sack. I think I am becoming a little unhinged.
Get to the end of the road, turn left and....uphilll. God, how do you guys who do hills cope? Running uphill is not funny! Top of the hill, turn right, over the taxi rank and at Sainsbury's. Pause Laura and stop the stop-watch (I know, get me. A stop-watch!). 9 minutes. Bugger. That didn't take very long. So I jogged round the town a short bit, then back to Sainsbury's. Re-pause Laura and get the goods. Into the rucky, 5p change, thanks very much, off I go again. Re-start Laura and the watch, run back the same route. Aha - downhill now, yipee.
A quick look at the watch shows that I am going to get home before time so time for a long detour. This entails running uphill again.
Even with the longer way round, I still end up at the bottom of my road at around 20 odd minutes. Blast, I have got to run up my road. Unbelievable. I get near to my house at 22 minutes - never mind, I think. Only three more minutes and I'm done, I can just walk back a little (you may be ahead of me at this point).
Pass my house and Laura says, well done just 5 minutes left. WHAT??? No there isn't. 2 minutes. What are you talking about 5 blinkin' minutes? Then the penny drops. Week 7 is 25 minutes. I am on week 8. Oh God - uphill I continue. Up to the top and round the block to eat up the remaining time. Hrrrumph!
Did I run 28 minutes continuously? No. Racing around the inside of Sainsbury's scaring the old lady at the kiosk is not the done thing.
Did I run uphill several times? Yes.
Am I taking this as W8 R3. You bet I am!! U-P-H-I-L-L. With a ruck-sack. And butter.
I got in and then crumbled. Not literally, I made pudding - very nice it was too. Even if it was only a small portion for me. 
Great post, you did the shopping AND W8 at the same time. And, if that wasn't enough, you made pudding too. Fantastic 
Can't believe I did it
I can't quite believe it!!!!
Can't believe I did it! 
I can't quite believe this...I ran for 21 minutes!
