OK, so this morning it did feel more like 'Revenge of the One Love rum punch' - we went out to celebrate Dhiny's birthday at a Caribbean-themed restaurant (food good but portions could've been a bit bigger, also music too loud to speak to anyone properly) and then desert at a fantastic ice-cream place where I know the owner's family (not crowded, music at good level, excellent portions)
So was it any wonder I didn't much feel like getting up to do the 5k required to get my Death Star shaped medal? The alarm went off and I...turned over and snuggled up to Mr Psycho, who then said "don't you have a 5k run to do?"
"...I can do it later when you've gone to work"
"Stop putting it off, do it now while It's cool and get it out of the way. Go on," he shook my shoulders, "chop-chop, you slacker"
what a slave driver. What choice did I have but to don my kit and head off to do 5k? it was cool out, though the sun was starting to come through the mist and gave me a bit of a headache where it did so, but i managed 5k in just over an hour which adimittedly probably would've been less if I hadn't stopped to look at scenery and kept my speed up but hey it's still a pretty good time and now I get to hold onto my medal (which VR sent out early before the events) and not feel bad about it.
Today has been lovely weather-wise, I've been so energised since my run, I've done 3 loads of washing and tidied up the master bedroom of the Psycho Abode.
Supper can wait a bit though, it's too hot to cook (number 10 on the list of 'things people from the UK don't say very often' )
MrsPsycho out xx