We had plans for this evening, none of which encompassed Janathon. I should have thought ahead and gone for a pre-work run but I didn’t. Instead I was sitting on the tube at something past 11pm thinking I wasn’t really in the mood for midnight running. We’d all been to see Blood Brothers and I was still sniffling weakly from the trauma.
We got home with 25 mins to spare so I went in search of my running bra but then got called away to do worm duties which involves saving Lynn from the killer creepies that the kittens have dragged in. Finally, with only 15 mins to spare I make it to the treadmill.
I pounded out my 15 mins quite happily and felt satisfied with the effort.