I've been working up the miles again after a four week lay off with a bad cold.
So, I ran 6 miles yesterday. As I approached the house, I had the notion that I'd sprint the last 100 metres up the drive...Thinking my husband (Paul), would see me, (and as a non runner), he would be seriously impressed. So I sprinted like I was being chased by the hounds of hell.
Except Paul wasn't in...It took me nearly 5 minutes to summon the energy to get the key in the door.
As mum would have said: "That's what you get for showing off" ๐ฌ๐คฎ๐.
Happy running everyone!