I could dress this up by claiming that I'm more of a visionary than I am a completer/finisher. I could claim that work has engulfed me and that time has been so short, I could even talk about stress but being my age I know the truth.
I'm a lazy bastard sometimes.
I'd intended to go on Friday, but I was still aching slightly, so I'd go Saturday. But Saturday I was so enjoying the wine we were drinking on Friday evening that I didn't get up on Saturday. Sunday morning rolled around and I kept the duvet up tight around me, it seems winter has appeared from nowhere.
Finally I just couldn't cope with the embarrassment. So I got the gear on and started my run. I decided I start with a very long track to take me half way through and the progressive rock bands of the 70s and 80s had plenty to choose from. Pink Floyd's - Dogs was my particular choice at an epic 17 mins.
The run was ok, it hurt but that was because I went too fast on the first kilometre. When Mrs Mondo told me what my first km was I slowed down and Tom Waites Singing about Tom Traubert's Blues slowed me down even further. I had not far to go when Katrina and the waves sang to me about walking on Sunshine, not sure about that, nearer to hobbling on pebbles but she didn't go on for long and the last two minutes were beautifully filled by Little Martha courtesy of the very nice Allman Brothers.
It hurt but it's ok, two more left now and we'll see if I can keep a better schedule this week.