This was to be my usual jokey post, as Mr JCR and I both ended up wearing similar clothes to exercise in - him on his bike me on my trainers. A pic was taken and with all my new found tech support help from yesterday, you may have seen a non sideways photo.
However, it's been a mad, bad and sad week. Socialising way too hard, culminating in our Dutch friends coming to stay. She is the super fit runner with great advice about feet being your body's foundation. He was super fit a speed skater, cyclist, runner and swimmer extraordinaire. They are selling their home here because they have to fight one hell of a gremlin. He has ALS, it isterminal and every day it robs him of his physical capabilities. They have to sell the dream home they built themselves, because they need the money to help get his health care. It's been a rollercoaster week, not least because their estate agent nearly scuppered the sale. Anyway eventually the house sale went through, we helped them clear their home and they stayed a couple of days with us before going home. Today was the day I wanted to honour them, I can run, he can no longer and I failed. I couldn't do it, yes it was hot, I left it late to go out, yes slightly hungover. All of those excuses and more.
I am so angry right now. It in principle is easier than W5 R3 and I flaked. I have a friend with ALS - he can't run but would love to and I can but didnt. Mr Smooth no help today at all.
Where do I go from here?