…that is the only possible explanation! I am a sloth. When I took time off between university and working life, did I go travelling? No. Did I volunteer for a worthy cause? No. Did I do anything even remotely useful? No. I read and I slept and I indulged in baths that lasted for a minimum of three hours. And I didn’t get bored and I didn’t feel guilty.
So the only possible explanation for the fact that I have run six parkruns in a row, signed up for a running workshop, entered the Bupa 10km and put my name in the hat for the Royal Parks Half Marathon is that an alien has taken over my body. I don’t give it long. I will overcome it. And the first step will be to invoke rule two of Febtathlon and cycle home instead of running.
That’ll show it!