Day 15-procrastination

All week I have not managed a silly o’clock run (in Liverpool I ran at 6 am that’s not silly that’s just early-for clarification!) so this morning I set the alarm for said time. Then it took me 20 minutes to get out the front door. 10 minutes try to persuade myself to leave the duvet. Once I was downstairs I discovered that although I had thrown my kit down last thing before bed I had failed to include a shirt! Then I dithered, should I creep back up to the bedroom risk disturbing hubby, should I abandon the run, surely there was a clean top in the freshly folded washing, no. Then I spotted madam’s tshirt that she had been given at school as part if a push towards playing cricket, maybe that will fit,it did. Phew. Now where is the door key?
Finally out I went.
Five miles done, it was worth it as the rain fall last night made he honeysuckle smell amazing.
Cycled to and from work-total 8 miles.
Now feet up on couch doing what everyone else in England are doing.