Well, I haven’t blogged anything since July, and I haven’t run since The Great North Run in September, so this is all going to come as a horrible shock to the system.
Anyway, it’s January 1st 2013, I am in Spain, but only for one more week, it’s a glorious day and I don’t have a hangover for probably the first New Year’s day in about 35 years.
I thought I might do my own private little Janathon so when I fall at the wayside, no-one need know, but then I thought ” NO, be strong Kimmy, do it properly or don’t do it at all.”
After I had decided not to do it at all, my conscience got the better of me and I decided that I ought to go out take advantage of the abovementioned combination of factors, and do a short run.
FATE however had other ideas. The lock on our front (only) door broke and we were locked in HURRAH OH BLOW!
As I settled in front of the TV and prepared for a day of sloth, my beloved husband, (who wanted to a “very important” cowboy film on his own) struggled to fix the lock, and blooming well succeeded. My excuses were shot. I blame John Wayne.
I am actually very pleased that I went out. It was really super out there and now I feel v.v.virtuous.
I only did 5.29k, which is more than enough in my (out of ) condition. I’ve put on a few pounds over Christmas like everyone else, and I would like to lose them before they set solid, plus a few of the other pounds I’ve also put on since September. I know full well that running is the only thing that will really achieve this so however much I moan about this, I think I’d better just bite the bullet and get on with it.
View from top of the hill 01.01.13
Lovely view – it was just as sunny here but probably 15 degrees colder! Well done for getting out, give me a shout when you get back and we can get together for a little plod…
well done John Wayne – and KIm xx