Puddsicle

Proper struggle to get up today. I always feel pleased with myself when I manage to get up on days like this. It’s a real battle. Re-set the alarm for another half hour, which passed in 2 seconds.

Turtley foggy and freezing. The weirdest thing happened. At about 4 miles into the run, I put my hand up to my head and could feel ice in my hair. It was like icy beads and I felt like some fairytale ice maiden or something. In reality, I expect it was more Tramp with Matted Hair. How cool is that though? Nothing like that has happened before and I had to run up all the stairs to show Darren before my head melted. He was impressed.

I had properly red, round cheeks too Like Aunt Sally.

Did 5 miles, slow. Which was more than I had intended, so it will do.

Ran past a cosmetic surgery place where it said something like ‘..so there’s no need to go south’.

3 pancakes for dinner last night, with lemon and sugar. That was it. Well, I had eaten a giant bag of Revels earlier :-/ I never used to have such a sweet toot.

Had a close encounter with a blackbird. They are just not bothered and they can’t be arsed flying half the time. Creepy. Especially in the ferg.

Facebook is scaring me with its adverts. ‘Are you 35 in Leeds want some Uggboots and a Blackberry, you ginger haired runner?’

Srsly.