Black and Tabby Runs

So after the weekend’s excesses (of which an excess of exercise did not, sadly, feature) I knew I’d enjoy a run today. I was feeling as keen as a young pup that hears the magic word “Walkies!” This enthusiasm was balanced by my sensible side which pointed out to the puppy that was lacing up her trainers and bouncing up and down with excitement that she actually has a 10K race on Thursday and so needs to just take it steady, if not gently this week.

The sensible head won, and I set off for a 3 mile loop. I took the first mile very gently as a warm-up, and then speeded up for a mile and a half, then a half mile cool down. Oddest moment of the run was meeting a couple of black labradors that rushed up to me, tails wagging, asking for a pat. Whilst I gave them some attention, they  both licked my knees. Urgh!

I also managed a minute’s plank when I got home. Much better effort than the weekend!

Oh – and a late entry to add to Juneathon day 23. I just remembered, my young tabby cat brought a live froglet in through the cat flap last night. I then spent at least 5 minutes chasing the cat, and the froglet, around and under the kitchen table trying to drop a towel over the froglet whilst keeping over-excited tabby away with my foot. Must have burnt a few calories, certainly got my heart rate up, and happily I managed to get the froglet back outside by the pond whilst locking the tabby in the house. I do so love a happy ending!

Well my parent’s anniversary dinner last night was wonderful.  I think everyone enjoyed themselves – I know I did!

So today I wasn’t hungover at all.  Not at all – no.  Nope. I was just a little … tired. My daughter had a friend over so I didn’t feel I could go out for a run, so me and my son cycled up to the allotment instead.  We had a quick breath of fresh air, had a little potter about,  and then cycled home again. 

In total,  just over a mile cycled.  Yes I know this is quite pathetic, but if it wasn’t Juneathon I wouldn’t have gone out at all,  so I’m happy with that.  This is extra pathetic consisting Mr B&T spent yesterday on a 100 mile cycle ride,  the Bike Bath Sportive.  He then spent today on the secondday ofthe sportive cycling another 100 miles, thus earning the title  ‘Gladiator’. Now that’s impressive!

Too late to blog,  but to keep up my Juneathon postings I’ll just post a quick one.

It was my parent’s Golden Wedding Anniversary today, and to be happily married for 50 years deserves a celebration. They’d arranged a fanatic dinner at a lovely restaurant for family and friends so most of today was spent getting ready for this evening.  Delivering their present, going shopping for a belt to fit my son’s new suit, then attempting to make myself look presentable took most of the day.

I managed to fit in a plank for 1:30 just before I put on my glad rags (and high heeled sandals) then it was off to party.

Tired now – having fun is hard work!

A busy day, I knew I had the day to clean and tidy the whole house ready for visitors. Oh and shop and cook. Oh and visit my Dad for Father’s Day.

After yesterday’s narrow escape from failure I decided to ignore my legs saying “we don’t run on Sundays unless it’s a race.  Where’s my medal? ” and snuck out straight after breakfast.  Just 3 miles in the humid drizzle, but enough to make me feel I was doing Juneathon properly today.

You’ll be glad to hear the house did get tidied and cleaned, the shopping was done, a meal was cooked and enthusiastically eaten by all. Oh and I did get to see my dad as well. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!