Up at the crack of sparrows today to fly from Edinburgh (7.35, left at 9.15) to London to Milan (10.20, left at 13.20)! After the usual glamorous international travel experience, arrived at hotel to discover it was 5° colder than the highlands.... and was raining!
Checking in, I did the only sensible thing - headed straight to the gym (basement and in darkness till I found the switch) and hopped onto the running machine. Jeez they are boring....but the 25 minutes passed without any significant issues and felt pretty straightforward, apart from the horror of having to gaze at myself throughout - that’s the last time I try the shorts and mirror combo. (I have no idea when all those bits started to wobble - but they can bl**dy well stop!!)
At least my husband and our friends were impressed (although they only saw the sweaty aftermath as I headed to the bar for peanuts...as they sipped on cocktails....even smug didnt help me there!!) 😄😂
Here’s hoping the next run is in a better locale...