Aaaaargh
I was in the process of writing a typically long account of why I didn’t run on Friday as planned but ended up running late on Saturday night instead.
It was getting long, really long. Lots of unnecessary details about what happened on Friday, what happened today, buying a lawnmower, failing to mow the garden. It had car journeys, parenting fails, social awkwardness, races against time, it had EVERYTHING.
And then my stupid phone lost it and I have to start over.
It’s 2am, I’m not doing it. I did the damn run, it was late, it was dark, it was fine. I just ate profiteroles and now I’m having a beer. I’m only human.
I ran. It’s fine. It’s done.
Run 3 on Monday. Or maybe not. We’ll see what life throws at me next.