I’m a traditionalist, and for the past few years that has meant a midnight run to kick off Janathon.
This year my powers of persuasion have improved quite considerably and I managed to encourage Lynn and the kids to join me, in fact this year they practically had to carry me.
The hangover was bad this year and it kicked in just as I bent over to lace up my shoes. The pulsing head joined in as I opened the front door. It was not a good time for running. The fireworks were impressive though and we jogged around the streets with burned out shells dropping around our ankles.
I need my bed now but am grateful that I have now secured myself close to 48hrs of Janathon respite.