Running in the morning.
I was going to go running yesterday but the blokie reminded me I'd promised to go to the pub and watch the Brazil vs. Croatia game. Well, he watched it I read my book. He'd met freinds in the pub so I did say to him he should have phoned me and I'd have gone for my run - Him having people to sit with and all. But if he want's my company - even though I'm book reading - I must be fabulous.So, yeh, anyway the point of this is... I went running this morning! Me! At half six! I thought I'd be the only one about but it was quite busy at seven, with deliveries of rolls to the local shop and stuff. It feels quite weird though - like I've forgotten to do something, or have to rush home to do more than clean the dishes for my dad coming up. I was out for a little less than half an hour but I didn't do any warm up or cool down. I think that's why I'm feeling abit stiff. I also had the most monumental stitch, which was completely knackering and wouldn't go away. Next time I get some money I'm going to get some nice running gear, a set of leggings and a top that fits better than my brothers old nike wind breaker. I definately need to get a proper sports top and something to hold the mp3 player. I've been tucking it down in my bra. Which if I decide I don't like a song or something is going to get me some seriously funny looks - if it hasn't already. By twenty past seven I was back in the house and had my shower.
I'll try again on friday - to get up early. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would!
More soon,
Jx
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