I was delighted yesterday to be awarded with the Janathon Baton of Shame for my exemplary performance in the lethargy and idleness arena.
I truly did mean well when I signed the dotted line and committed myself to daily jogging, logging and blogging, but then I got sick. I took to my bed at 22:30 on New Year’s Eve, having been struck down by what was destined to develop into a 3-week lurgy. It’s fair to say however, that people at work would describe me as having had a 5 day cold followed by a 2 week stint of sympathy coughing, aka making a great big fuss about nothing.
I tried to stay in the Janathon loop, posting reports on sporty books I had read and plans for exercises I was going to do when I recovered, but somewhere along the line I lost my jog, log, blog mojo and before I knew it, I was 21 days down.
If I can offer up a further defence of my partial commitment to Janathon, I would like it to be known that I have now ventured outside and run 6 whole miles in order to redeem myself. They were cold and arduous miles and the unexpected gradient caused me to cough and splutter pitifully. It was an absolute joy to be back in the running swing of things though, squelching through icy, muddy trails and getting lost in the countryside.
I may have reclaimed my running enthusiasm and hope to end the Janathon month as a Girl That Can:
Much as like my Baton of Shame, I do need to pass it on to another slacker. This time to someone who made a very public commitment but then failed at the first hurdle. And the baton goes to……@runforthequiet