"Today I'll go for a run" I said to myself as I got out of bed...only to be met with an unending downpour from the dark grey skies (despite graduating the programme I've yet to reward myself with some proper wet weather gear, it's on my list of things to do though) and thus, disheartened, but hoping it would pass, I left my running shoes dozing peacefully by the front door, the left shoe did look up briefly in hope but I shook my head at her and she settled down next to the right shoe again, even the Small Feline Overlords thought better of attempting to go outside and settled down on the sofa.
"Nevermind," Cecelia told me cheerfully, as we waved Hubby-to-Be off for his gym session, "you're knackered from a long work stretch and the wedding fair yesterday and,"
"Shut up, I was really looking forward to running today" I told her and plonked on the sofa near the Small Feline Overlords but keeping an eye on the rain, hoping like hell for a break in the weather.
Hubby-to-Be returned and had me watch some Star Trek with him...then I noticed that the rain had passed and, amazingly, the sun was out!
"Where you off?" HtB asked, watching me pull on my running outfit, struggling with the socks for a minute (Cecelia was pulling on the other end, trying to keep them off my feet)
"For a run," I answered, shaking Cecelia off, having the satisfaction of watching the goblin crash into the skirting board, "the sun's out and the ground's dried off!"
I nudged my running shoes awake and slid them on, firing up Michael Johnson and we were soon off down the road towards the local college because I'd decided to try and tackle the hill that Laura's Sargent Major drilling had put me off the last time. 10 minutes in and we were passing the college, having a quick run around the catering dept. car park before Michael told me to keep a steady rhythm because there were 20 minutes to go and he didn't want to exhaust me too early.
"I can think of a way he could exhaust me" I told Cecelia cheekily, who was resolutely holding onto my shoulder, keeping my earphones in place
"We are NOT going for a bike ride with him!" she snapped moodily and refused to let me explain what I'd actually meant, so I shrugged and carried on singing along to Icehouse's Great Southern Land and before I knew it, I was at the bottom of the path/hill
"No shame in turning around or walking it," Cecelia said half-heartedly
"Screw that" and I set off, keep a steady, slow but still classed as jogging pace and very soon I was at the top, where I briefly paused the programme to take the photo in this post.
"Look at the view," I told Cecelia happily, setting off again, "we wouldn't have seen this if we'd stayed indoors"
"I can see outside on the television" she answered haughtily and let go of my earphones to duck into my hood
"Suit yourself, onward towards home,"
I did have to pause a bit because the road home is a bit hillier than the park and I'm not quite used to it but i made it, HtB was glad to see me and Michael Johnson told me how proud he was of me, so my run was all worthwhile.
I rewarded myself with a hot shower