Shhhhhhh.
Can you hear that? It’s a sort of scrabbling, clawing, scraping sound…
It is in fact the sound of me clinging on to the Janathon wagon in a desperate attempt to avoid falling off.
Tonight I came home from work and seemed to be juggling all sorts of priorities in my head, feeling tired and trying to ignore all of the niggling aches that have been creeping up on me (I squatted down on my haunches at work today and there was an almighty CRACK like a branch snapping). I don’t want to get injured and more importantly, they’ve affected my enjoyment of my last couple of outings.
I consulted the oracle. Ginge reckoned that if I did give up at this late stage, he would have a sulky missus in the morning. His suggestion was a thing of genius. An Athon is not an Athon without me doing at least one run home from Tesco. I say ‘home from Tesco’, what actually happens is that Ginge just pulls over and throws me out of the car at the side of the road (sometimes I can hear him shouting “so long sucker…..” as he drives away). Normally this happens three miles away. Today it was one.
One paltry mile. Enough to keep me on board.
PS. Thank you to Adele over at Fit Artist for tweeting me the best motivational poster ever.
This woman has had no experience with pie.
well done for staying on the wagon…not long to go
LOVE the poster haha
1 mile is enough! 8 more days to go – I know you can make it!
Very well done on your mile, only just over a week to go!
You got in before me with the pie pic, and yes, she somehow manages a life devoid of pie and no mistake!
The cow.
Well done on hanging in there!!
That woman is a FRAUD. She’s never even looked at a pie in her life, let alone troughed one. Disgraceful. Keep going chuck, if I can, you certainly can (although I must confess to being up to three swims now). xx
There, that’s better, I now have an account. Keep going, just 7 more days
Yay! Great clinging there, keep it up!