Janathon started well, but I’m afraid that it has taken a turn for the worse. You see, despite my best intentions, I now have just under 1,500 unread blog posts to read.
So last night, I spent the evening reading blogs. I followed operation lean bean to Caerphilly and back, accompanied fairweather runner to an unseemly number of BMF classes, watched in awe as jovial gnome clocked up another 5am run, stood by in amazement as jens runs clocked up the best part of 100 miles of injury induced walking, admired paintings by hennie mavis, went on a boozy weekend with travelling hopefully and waited with baited breath to find out if run tezza would overhaul last year’s total.
I was so absorbed by all the activity that it came as a bit of a shock to realise at 10.35pm that I hadn’t actually done any exercise at all. So after cleaning my teeth, I knuckled down to 4 sets of 10 [weedy] push ups and a plank or three (front, left side, right side).
And just before my 24 hours expires, I have even remembered to blog.