The first week of Juneathon has been great. Lots of energy, lots of exercise, lots of smugness. Weekends are always my downfall. My first lie-in for weeks with no cats or kids crashing in meant that park run was a no-no.
We had to go to a local pub to help a friend celebrate his birthday, and what with one thing and another I didn’t have time to walk down. Well, not the whole way. On the drive down I got my husband to drop me off and I gently jogged the last 5 minutes. Yes it was only 5 minutes, yes it was downhill, and yes it was in jeans with my handbag tucked under my arm. However it was something I wouldn’t have bothered doing if it wasn’t Juneathon so I’ll take that for today.