Busy, busy day. When you start a new challenge, whether it’s Juneathon or a marathon training schedule, you imagine that there’ll be hard days. If you’re optimistic like I generally am, you imagine yourself pulling through, grim faced and determined, like a plucky young heroine from an Enid Blyton book.
In reality the hard days are ground through, and often got through by the skin of your teeth (or by the ‘skin of your knickers’, as my son used to think the saying went).
Today was one of those days. Having to take the car for its MOT meant my day was wiped out. Killing time in a Starbucks I tweeted that the walk up to the Outlet Centre, 3 hours shopping and then the 0.7 mile walk back to the garage would have to count for today. I even tracked my walk on Strava, much to my husband’s amusement.
Once I was home I felt guilty. I like doing things properly, I don’t approve of cheating! So in between getting children to bed, I managed to sneak in 10 minutes of my abs DVD again.
That’ll do – can I go to bed now?