The arrival, this morning, of a new and exciting watch encouraged me to ignore my rapidly filling sinus cavities and venture out for a tentative jog.
I opted for a trail run around the local mud common and as anticipated it was tough and wheezy. I was so excited by the finish alert from my new wrist watch that I promptly slid over in the mud and lost myself a few seconds before I could reach the stop button.
On arrival back home I had to faff with running kit, now plastered with Mitcham clay and have only just managed to slump into my post run sofa pose. I’ve maintained this for all of 15 mins, just time to polish off the last glass of xmas Chardonnay when my new watch beeps and offers up the message “Move!”
What a cheek. I’ve just run 5k and walked 11000 steps, surely enough to be rewarded with a sit-down. It only started me with a 5000 step target so what on earth is its gripe?
I intend to wander through to the kitchen to find the last of the Leffe beer now, I hope that will be sufficient to quieten the Garmin gods.