I had genuinely intended to get out for a run today - should have gone yesterday but for some reason was feeling a little under par ( possibly due to feeding and entertaining 14 for dinner, drinks and games the previous night, and was forced to drink large amounts of Prosecco - against my will, obviously 😉).
Anyway, the frosty sunshine was beckoning me, but I happened to ask Mr R if he fancied some fresh air. He is pretty reluctant about exercise to say the least, so imagine my surprise when he said yes. Running gear was set aside while I donned several layers of tights, socks, jeans, vest, tee shirt, long sleeved top, woolly jumper, double layered North Face coat, scarf, hat and two pairs of gloves. By the time I'd got my walking boots on I couldn't actually walk to the car as was unable to bend any of my limbs. But at least I was warm as we sat waiting for the windscreen to defrost.
A short drive to the other side of Dunstable took us to our starting point, and Mr R leapt out of the car (he's a northerner do had slightly fewer layers on than me) enthusiastically.
He has bad knees, so I had to slow my pace down to keep with him, and had to refrain for breaking into a jog after about 5 minutes. But the country side was beautiful and it was lovely sharing it, rather than my usual solo running.
This afternoon, poor Mr R has been hobbling round the house and sitting with his feet up. But he was pleased he'd managed over 7km walking. 😀