A terrible thing has happened. I have been recognised whilst out on the run. I wouldn’t have minded if the sighting had happened early in my run, but it was 5 minutes from the end. I’d like to think that I looked gazelle-like and graceful, but suspect I looked more like a scarlet faced, lumbering hippopotamus (can hippopotami turn a shade of beetroot red?). I still lapped everyone sat on the sofa though, so I don’t feel too bad.
It was a tough run last night. I had to kick myself out the door pretty hard. It had been a really long, and pretty deflating day. M and I had rushed up to mother-in-law’s on Saturday, as it was future-stepfather-in-law’s birthday. It was a bit hectic on Saturday, with chores etc, then we had to head up to mother-in-law’s (she lives about an hour and a bit away). She wanted us to come up for the Wales-England rugby match – we arrived late, and had a frosty reception. I personally didn’t see too much of an issue – the match was still on, she hadn’t put food on, and we weren’t going to the pub to watch it. Instead, we sat in a different living room, on an uncomfortable sofa, and watched it on a smaller TV than our own. After the game, we headed out with the grandparents-in law too for an Indian. It was a nice enough meal, though the restaurant was really noisy and it was difficult to hold a conversation. We were late to bed on Saturday, and had to be up early yesterday morning for the marshals’ training day at Castle Combe. The training didn’t go so well, and I felt very flat, which is unusual for me as I’m a real fan of Combe. The training involved a scenario for a major incident, but there were so many of us, we couldn’t all be involved, so some of us (including me) were “spectators”. That basically meant stand around, freezing in the snow and sleet, watching the others do stuff for nearly 3 hours. Not pleasant.
I digress… Combined with the lasting cold from the morning, plus a busy weekend, I really wasn’t fancying a 28 minute slog. I promised myself that if I got to 20 minutes, then I could come home. Needless to say, I reached 20 minutes, then 28 minutes and decided to stop about 30 seconds later than Laura said to stop (I WAS going to make it to that next lamppost). I walked home, ran a very hot bath, and let my muscles soak. I’m finding that this penultimate week is really beginning to make my thigh muscles sore – outer thigh muscles specifically. I suspect a foam roller will be an imminent purchase.
Thankfully it is pay day next Monday, and I have run out of bath bombs, so I will be heading to Lush on the Easter weekend to buy some more treats.