This morning’s run was always going to be a short one.
For starters, I spent yesterday painting more of the house, managing to complete fully two-thirds of one side wall. I’ll have finished by next year at this rate. I then had to go to Kim’s rental flat to try to figure out why the cistern was leaking, which involved taking it to bits several times and still only figuring out what the likely problem was afterwards. I need to return to both of these lovely jobs at some point, but between these exertions, I woke up this morning as if I’d be starched.
For another thing, it’s about 25 degree outside. In the shade. And humid to boot.
All things considered, it was pretty amazing that I got out running at all, but out I did get, clunking down the road like a Transformer in need of lubrication. I was keen to stick to the shaded woodland paths, which meant the easy route was my 5.2 mile one and I staggered around this in a less than stunning 54 minutes… slowest time yet, I think and I’m still knackered.
Oh well, back the painting then…
PS. I wrote to this point earlier, but could not post it due to a net outage,. I can now report that no painting was done on account of my being too knackered… and tetchy with it.
Still, since Kim very kindly and painstakingly removed the white paint that I sloppily applied to the black down-pipe the other week, I did get out and refurbish some of the UPVC window frames that were dirty in addition to having had paint splattered on them.
Before collapsing in the tea-house and falling asleep. Happy days!