Lying peacefully in my usual dark drawer, nestled beside some recently arrived new mitts, ( very uppity, who do they think they are making me look- well, a bit worn really?!) I hear a voice mention something about week six. (These humans! Doesn’t she realise there are less than five weeks in a month?)
Anyway I hear all the usual breathing while she bends and stretches, curls up, straightens out and stands on her toes -very strange behaviour... the shoes are on, the music starts, the door opens & she’s off! No! Wait! A step back and my drawer is abruptly yanked open and I am snatched out of my nest & unceremoniously crammed on a head that is less elegant ( & much older) than the one I am used to ... and then I am taken out into the dark, rainy street. Rain!! What sort of treatment is this?! I’m a woolly pom-pom hat not a flippin’ umbrella! ..But no choice - off we go at a brisk walk and then a gentle trot. She gets into her stride & the music carries us both along ( I do love a bit of jazz). Then, would you believe it, my beautiful faux fur pom-pom is suddenly caught and held fast in the slim twigs of a tree - can’t she look where she’s running?! I think for a split second that I will be dangling there forever and perhaps birds will nest in me in the Spring, but no, I cling determinedly onto those ears & managed to stay on the jogging head. Phew! The rain continues- I get fuller, fuller and fuller. I must be at least double my usual weight! The human down below doesn’t seem to mind a heavy head - she’s going a bit faster now to a bit of Gilbert & Sullivan. Home at last & the shocking indignity of being wrung out! Then ... ah.. a lovely warm radiator! She has finally realised the treatment that I deserve!! 😄
Hats for running in the cold 🎩👒🎓⛑🕵👮👳♀️🎅🏼😂
The start of a new adventure. 
Tales of the treadmill ( an indoor adventure 🤓)
Wooly Hat, overheating = Wk9 Run3
I've graduated! Hats in the air please :)
