Jimmy has just tweeted me to ask if I’ve blogged yet. I responded that I only went for a run three hours ago, but I think this is a revenge-nag after me nagging at him to blog. Or something.
I didn’t put in a whole lot of effort today as I thought I would take advantage of the empty flat this afternoon to actually get some work done. I was fairly productive in that I made a list of what I needed to do, ignored an email and had a really good telephone conversation with a potential new customer. However, 5.00pm rolled around and I decided it was probably time to go out and get the run out of the way before the housemate returned and the “crazy running person” comments resumed.
I only did a mile, but it was a slightly more nippy mile run in 8.27. I can go faster, but I am currently unfit so I will happily take that. I also managed a plank for 1.26, but that hurt my back. Ouch.
Back in the office tomorrow, so I plan to join the 6.00am club. Of course, whether this actually happens is another matter – place your bets!
On the ninth day of Janathon, my true love housemate said to me
Crazy running peep
Run off your roast spuds
Eat some roast potatoes
6 balls a-striking
Wrap up warm
Cool sensor gloves
It’s windy
Lamp the old man
And run and I’ll buy you pastry!
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