10km done. Big thank you to Leah for her complete enthusiasm and the sweet goodie bags – I’ve said it before, I do love a goodie bag! I probably really should have trained a lot more. But instead God sent me a gorgeous man with a “90 minute” pacer sign. He pushed me through that final 4km which meant I finished my race in under 90 minutes. Afterall, no-one wants to fail in front of a hot man.
Now’s the time I should really keep my running up. I tell myself I should, and if the weather would just bloody cheer up here I’d do it!
The girls in my office are clearly excited about this improvement in weather – one’s shown me her bright red bum from being on a sunbed for too long last night, and the other two have had short stints on the sunbeds and applied some fake tan for good measure. I’ve never felt so pale in my LIFE. While I know sunbedding and the like are bad for you, no one wants cancer, I can see why the British girls thrive on it. After seven months of cold and snow, having bronzed arms and legs really does make you feel alive and healthy. They LOOK healthy (except the red one). I’m all for faking it, but sometimes things can go wrong…
