I went for my run, even though the universe clearly didn’t want me to. Here’s why:
- I have a good going bout of sinusitis, but no, it’s above the neck so no excuses. I had a coffee which cures everything pre-run.
- It’s cold. I hate the cold. But to get around that excuse I recently invested in lined trackies, so still no excuses. I will pile as many clothes on as I have to.
- When I was getting ready to go, I couldn’t find my keys.
- Then my phone.
- Then my headphones.
- Then my shoes.
- Once I got outside I discovered that the backup pair of headphones I had found whilst stamping around the house swearing only had one earbud working. The other worked intermittently if I jiggled the connector which taunted me the entire run. I consoled myself by saying hey, at least you can hear out of one ear now – perfect if someone tries to jump you!
- After 5 minutes in the cold I came to the uncomfortable realisation that I’d forgotten to take my ventolin. Sigh. Cold air asthma. Breathed through it.
- Who knew there were schools on the road I chose to run on? Many schools. Who knew that schools get out around 3-3.30?
- I forgot to bring a tissue. So I ran (limped) along with one working earbud, my chest in a half-spasm, and my nose dripping, dodging families walking 5-abreast (who does that?!) on the footpath, being judged by hordes of teenage girls with carefully messy hair.