Happy new year to all! This morning I pulled on my trainers and set out for my first run of 2017. I was feeling a tad tired and hung over, but the run was going swimmingly well; so much so, in fact, that even Gary the Gremlin felt the buzz of euphoria.
Wriggling his way out of the pile of empty crisp bags in his armchair, he told me that he'd pulled the short straw back in 2015 when the chief gremlin had handed out missions to the gremlin elite recruits. Gary had signed up for running resolutions, and for me in particular, as he had observed me and decided it'd be a cop-out.
"As you probably know, we gremlins are lazy buggers and do not go for hosts who are going to demand regular hard work," he informed me as we headed down the 400m straight that always seems to go on for ever. "So of course, I went and picked you, 'cos you looked like you had as much self-discipline as a four-year-old forgotten in a Cadbury's warehouse. I thought you'd give up after two days, then you made it to two weeks, then two months, and now we're a few weeks off a two year anniversary and I'm still bloody stuck with you!" he grumbled.
"As I'm sure you are not going to stop today, I'm off to find myself a pack of mince pies. And no, you can't have one." He pulled his Y-fronts out of his bum and slouched petulantly off to his private gremlin kitchen (at the back of my mind, on the right).
I suddenly felt buoyant. Nearly two whole years since I made the resolution to do a bit of exercise on a regular basis. And now training for my first half marathon. Wow. I was unstoppable. A lean, mean, running machine. A star. Who was so busy congratulating herself that she didn't notice The Pot Hole until she had done an impressive double somersault and ended up flat on her back like a lycra-clad whale.
The damage check revealed a bleeding hand, arm and and knee. Gary rolled his eyeballs and chewed his mince pie as I walked towards home.
"Wimp", he muttered with a malicious twinkle in his eye.
"Bugger you", I answered, and ran the last km home.
Whoever your gremlin is, sometimes they're on your side. Now I'm off to admire the appearance of the first bruises on my kneecaps.