
Swallowed my mouthwash this morning. The stuff in my mouth, not the whole bottle or anything. Ack. I could feel something going wrong as I gargled, but it was a bit slow-mo. I was thinking ‘stop it throat, please’ but gulp, it was gone.
Brain not really engaged. I didn’t get to bed til almost midnight last night and then up at 5. First I snoozed the alarm, then I re-set it completely thinking I really couldn’t be bothered to run, then I thought about the fact that Darren’s series of alarms that start going off about 1 hour and 15 minutes before he actually wants to get up, would be kicking in shortly anyway, so I was unlikely to get any more sleep. So I got up, swallowed my mouthwash and went.
It was a bit rubbish, indigestion-y and not very far at 4.12 miles, but better than nothing and it means I can get home and watch Paul Blart Mall-Cop tonight, before anyone can come home and look at me disapprovingly :p
Had a really lovely time last night. Really enjoyed it, though we were late as Darren was held up at work. I hate people being late and it vexes me beyond words when I end up being late myself through no fault of my own. So I didn’t get time to really think about what I wanted to eat (and the menu is HUGE) and ended up on the safe side with chicken satay and a green curry with sticky rice. Absolutely delish.
It was a fun evening. A couple of the people who were out are running VLM this year. And as much as I tried to keep my head down, someone asked me about my marathons and I had to talk about them.
I feel a bit sick. Stupid Dentyl. Stupid special offer. This would never have happened with Listerine.
I shall start diluting with tea forthwith.