A very Long week

Well I'm pleased to report that Charlie got out of Brixton alive and really didn't seem to have any idea what I was going on about.

On Monday I managed to get out with the coach. I had taken the day off to try and catch up with the mountain of washing and ironing that I had to do, I did manage it, I found the bottom of the ironing basket, but it's overflowing again now, as is the washing pile. No doubt there will come a day when there will only be mine and Andrew's laundry but for now I just have to accept that alongside the small restaurant we run we also manage a medium sized launderette!. Anyway, I didn't mention running, I thought if she doesn't mention it then I won't, but she did so we went. We got round and either Mads was a little slower or I was a little faster because I stayed more or less with her until the last few yards when she sprinted away from me as I hit the wall - no, just the 2 miles!.

Since Monday I've spent a day in the office which meant no running and I brought home a headache which I haven't been able to shift all day. Madi has worked a couple of night shifts and slept all day. We are fast reaching the point where running has to become the priority and everything else has to take a back seat but I'm resisting it for as long as we can.

I think what I really need is to get out on my own, I'm being such a wimp at the moment I make myself very cross. If the headache has gone and the coach is still asleep at lunch time tomorrow then maybe I'll make that my aim. I do have a rather cunning plan for Christmas though, everyone I know that I buy presents for has this year got running shoes - brilliant huh!. Well not quite everyone, I haven't bought my mum or dad or Andrew's mum running shoes although my dad would be game I'm sure but my mother would never forgive me. So basically, I've bought Andrew running shoes - he'll be thrilled, he's always complaining he's cold on the bike, he can't really refuse, how ungrateful would that look?