Bank holiday weekend means only one think in NW England -rain.
You can’t see the hills for the clouds/rain!
The plan for today was to go to Manchester for dim sum in China town, drop the boys at Old Trafford for the United match then shopping for me at the Trafford centre. Fortunately I googled it first thing and found out that the shops are shut: so instead of wandering around an empty mall for 90 minutes, a change of plan for me – a day at home instead. I had dressed in my running gear ready to run before we left but procrastination set in. I had lazy cups of tea in bed, read, wrote my journal, texted some friends (I need to make more of an effort to keep in touch since my Facebook account got hacked and I deleted it) did some laundry, some housework, read all your blogs, cooked lunch and then another cup of tea.
Only then did I realise that it has been a week since my last run. How have I slipped into such bad habits?
Anyway, I shifted myself, put my cagoule on and got out. A pootle around Whalley, 4.5 miles. Nice and quiet being a bank holiday. Went through the churchyard where there’s an old Saxon cross.
I have definitely slipped into some bad habits. Not enough running, a few slices of cake/chocolate have been finding their way into my diet and suddenly I’m hungry a lot. I’ve been gaining weight. On the plus side I’m sleeping well and cheerful, but I’d quite like to stay slim.
Can I outrun the cake? Or does it have to go? Can I increase my running? I think it’s time. The sun is up in the morning and so should I be.
The wi fi here is terrible, I’m doing my blog on my phone because Sunday’s are particularly bad. I think everyone in the village is using it and as we are further away from the junction box or whatever it is so slow by the time it gets to us. The point is, sorry for my lack of blogging! I used to love reading everyone’s blogs with my morning cup of tea, but now just trying to post a comment is a major rigmarole. But maybe it’s a sign, a sign that instead of blogging of checking Facebook at 6am I should be RUNNING!!!!!
To put it in the words of George Bernard Shaw (well it was in ‘my fair lady’ if not actually in Pygmalion) I need to ‘shift my bleeding arse’ and get out of bed in the morning.
Once I’m out I love it, and there’s much less traffic at 6am. Time to join SRG and the sunrise crowd.
any top tips for how to get an inherently lazy person to get out of bed in the morning instead of snuggling with a cup of tea?