To all those I’ve ridiculed (in the past) for wobbling around my locale, clad in neon lycra*, in all weathers, of all abilities, at any time of night or day, from the comfort of my motor - I apologise profusely & salute you heartily please accept my apology for I believe I may have joined your growing ranks x
Today began with my husband saying “what on earth are you doing up at this unearthly hour?” 6.30 !
No doubt surprised to see me awake let alone vertical at that time !!
“Where on earth are you going without the car in this dreadful weather?” 7.00 !!!
Gobsmacked hubby watched me head out, though it had taken me 30 mins to choose an appropriate outfit …
So I'd surprised not only myself for W4R1, breathing (check) pace (check) posture (check) returned home elated at my progress to rehydrate (check) shower (check) refuel (check) mark progress on calendar (check) Can you see a pattern emerging here? Laura will be proud
Realising I only had to taxi youngest this am I proceed car wards with a spring in my step to catch an all too familiar knowing glance from my 15yr old daughter (sadly I have obviously taught her this look a little too well for my own good) as she clocks my compression leggings (for recovery purposes only you understand – I am not acquiring a thing for lycra*I tell myself)
I drive her in mutual silence to her destination, soooooo tempted to get out and wave her off just for sheer devilment you understand, not to unduly cause her any further embarassment.
Please don’t misread our relationship from this snippet of info, I know she is as deeply proud of me as I am of her. I include it only to illustrate
“be careful what you say for one day it could come back to bite you on the bum … even lycra* can’t protect me/you then”
*other forms of elastication are available