So here's the thing. Having noticed the proliferation of joggers in London at all hours of the day - there's always one! And quietly vowed to myself not to feel under pressure to join this motivated smug group, so much so that the sight of runners grew mildly irritating, surely these people have some lazy in front of the telly time they should be catching up on?! There's also a breed with back packs, which is not for the extra burn and weight I was told but actually containing thier wirk clothes, for indeed in the morning that is where they are headed.
Well, this morning I blew all of that out the water. I went for a run. Aided most ably out the door by Marie and Chris we headed into Battersea Park at 7pm. It felt good! I am smug!
I am also unfit which should mean more running needed from me.
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