Last week I was wistfully remembering the amount of Faff I was previously doing and rejoicing in it's disappearance...
That was obviously an omen of what was to come.
I knew that I would be running today, and was trying a new route which would require a short drive, but other than that the run was going to be pretty straightforward. That is straightforward if I could actually get out of the front door.
I woke with a spring in my step, well maybe not literally as first thing in the morning my ankles and knees are quite sluggish at getting going. I find myself walking in a strange sideways manner to get down the stairs. But once I'd made my tea and plodded around. A bit they were starting to loosen. And little did I realise how much extra loosening they would get.
Back upstairs I started getting my running kit on: no running bra so downstairs I traipsed to the clean laundry and back upstairs to finish dressing. Came downstairs to finish my tea and realised there was a fine drizzle outside and my chosen vest was not strictly a running vest and would get sodden quite quickly. So back upstairs I lumbered to change tops, no tops upstairs as all in the clean laundry ... so back downstairs I trotted.
Next challenge to find my running shoes, which were no where to be found in their usual storage place (right next to the front door) but I soon remembered I'd washed them a couple of days ago, and it was a shorter walk just to kitchen to get them on. All I needed now was the car key, my running belt, phone and earphone.
Unfortunately I'd put my handbag away upstairs yesterday evening, fortunately my runners were clean so I could keep them on as I jogged back up the stairs and down again. Unfortunately I then discovered that after coming back from the gym yesterday I'd also put my gym bag away (not like me to be so tidy) upstairs with my belt and earphone inside, so that meant careering back up the stairs two at a time to get the offending articles, remembering fortuitously to pick up my phone from my bedside.
At last I was ready to go...
I stepped out the door, took one look at the rain and stepped back in again - running hat was retrieved, not from the wardrobe where I though it might be (upstairs of course), but from the cupboard by the front door. At last I grabbed my water bottle from the fridge and I was ready to go, ankles and knees fully warmed up and flexible.
It was a good run, and nice to do a different route, however the Faff for the hat didn't pay off as my glasses ended up covered in rain but at least my top wasn't sodden. On returning to the car I realised I had actually forgotten to bring a towel and after a long run not only was I wet from the rain, I seemed to be leaking from every pore, and dripping onto the steering wheel.
Heaven help me if I'm going to faffing like this all through the autumn and winter! At least I can retain my crown as the Princess of Faff.