knackered

Today I attempted to run. I was already in my attractive sweatpants as is my loafing wont, so I left my house and began to jog a bit down the lane, past the... look, can you stop laughing for a minute, it's very distracting. Thanks.

Anyway I did a bit of running, and a lot of walking, into Crawley to get a prescription (which the pharmacist randomly gave me free. She thought I was on jobseekers, I obviously looked like I should be, and I didn't complain). I've pretty much decided definitely to do the Cancer Research UK (and Tesco...) Race for Life this year and it would be nice if I could run at least a little way of it, although there is no shame in just having a nice walk for charity, none at all. But I should probably challenge myself a bit, especially considering those who I would be running it for. SO. Bit of running every now and then. I'm sure it won't last but we shall see.

Also, no more chineses. (As in the takeaway, not the race. That's one for Jude).

D x

Listening to: If I Could Write - Sam Phillips