Madam made me a Valentin card (her typo not mine!) yesterday and decided that she’d make me breakfast this morning also. I think some of the Jam made it on to the top of the toast, I did however need a wet wipe afterwards to de-sticky myself.
On witnessing my descent of the stairs today, hubby offered to have a stannah chairlift fitted, he really is all heart. The knee gave me hell all night, I think was trying to communicate to me that it did not enjoy the Parkrun, but will continue arguing with it till it realises that it has little choice, (like everyone else I live with) other than to do as I say.
Back to the sidelines of the football pitch this morning and boy was it cold, I spent the time trying to work out how to avoid going out for a run as too cold and windy and my knee hurt worse, after standing for an hour & 45 mins. When I mentioned to hubby that I had contemplated making one of the runs yesterday count for today (a slight manipulation of the rules) he thought that was a great idea. I dug deep and went out, only 1 mile though, one mile easy, this I did in 9.27, what is that all about? Just plodded round and got a not bad time, mental note to self must plod more often!!
Hubby ran me a bath while I was out, made me a tea when I got in and is making dinner tonight, you can see why I want it to be 13th February forever. Have a pretty good idea what he is after!!!
My running total this year is 200.04. What where did that .04 creep in? Need to sort that out so tomorrows final run needs to be 4.96 or 9.96. Now to fit in the longer run prior to 6 a.m when hubby will go to work I would need to get up at 4 a.m. A nano second later have decided on the shorter distant. 4 a.m is an insane time!