A Bunch of Stuff

What an Okay weekend! The weather has been incredible, no one was hurt and some progress has been made. The kids were out all day, so I had all the day to myself.  Planned to go for a cheeky morning-ish run, then do some work, catch up on some things. I say morning-ish because I am a person of great enthusiasm and great intentions, and a master procastinator, and that's not even a caricature. So at 12.30ish pm I exit the house, all geared up, sunhat, glasses, suncream, running belt with 2 drinks, snacks, energy gel, podcast set to play, favourite runniing leggings on, world was my oyster.  On a last ditch at procastination, after the nearnest traffic lights I decide to message Tara to remind her to run this weekend, as I am doing it now. It's been incredible hard to match up our time recently, and it is incredibly unethical and also illegal to kidnap her and shove a chloroform soaked sock in her mouth, lock her in a room, feed and water her, then pick her brains at stuff, have

  What happened after Running! Easy! Easier than squats and intense exercise sets, presumably not needing much mental power to calculate and follow programs, the internet and its dog say it burns the most calories, healthiest for health, all of that. But it could be boring. Not for everyone. Not for Tara and I! We decided to stick to a realistic plan of doing a long slow run together at the weekends, and during the week to carry on with our training the best we could, amongst other commitments. We see each other as flexible and motivated (how else, if it is to get this thing done!). Rain did not stop us, so juggling life would not stop us either. Well, the initial runs were different, to say the least. What on paper was a 3km jog, in practice it felt like a 10 km sprint whilst breathing in a paper bag.  I was also very consciour of being visible.  I sabotaged many of those first runs speeding up seemingly nonchalantly when I felt seen, especially along the pavement by other