I went to my little Park for my run today. I was geared up, well watered (maybe too well) and out I went. No ringing in my ears today, except...”I’m doing it”.
I have attached a photo of the sculptures that are a great reminder to go slow! I still haven’t worked out what they’re meant to be, but they look like snails done they? 🐌 😁😁
The run was comfortable and relaxed! I did have a dog do a 50 mtr dash towards me a couple of times, but he was harmless (thankfully). I didn’t break my stride and kept my eye right on him. “No chicken here mate! These legs are spoken for”.
One of the dog walkers offered to run with me (after doing a very slow moonwalking impression 🤨) but I smiled and said “By all means!”. I like to think he means well. But, I’m a runner and I don’t care.
MJ was on point today! We’re in sync and staying the course! So, then came the finale! Last 60 seconds and for some reason I remember a very old sports day when I was asked to step in to do the 200 metres. Well, I bombed it! Started off like a bat out of hell and then came second to last. Absolute rubbish! 🤣! Not today though! I tell you..... that was power running round my make shift track! Talk about reclaiming a moment in history! Very proud of myself, just for remembering it! I’m sure I’ve shuffed that one somewhere deep! Never to be looked at again! But I’m buzzing big time now!!
Roll on W8! Fabulous is back in the room and back on track! Can’t wait to graduate!! ❤️