I’m feeling a bit “bleh” today so I apologise for the bland blog post. I woke up not feeling too well and so the last thing I wanted to do was go for a run. However, I pulled myself out of the front door and went for a gentle jog. I made the mistake of turning up a road I’d never been up before and it turned out to be over half a kilometre of uphill. This wouldn’t usually be an issue, but today it was. However, I persevered and made it to the top whilst diligently avoiding abandoned beer bottles, clocking beer pyramids in gardens and observing all the flags and bunting in what has surely got to be the most patriotic street in Kent. They clearly had a good time last night if the pained expressions of people clearing up their front gardens were anything to go by. Anyway, this little detour meant that I actually ended up making it my longest run of Juneathon so far, just shy of two miles. I know it isn’t fantastic, but I’m just glad that the distances are gradually getting longer again with no foot pain.
The daily limerick:
I woke up with a cramping pain
An illness that I did not feign
I went for my run
It was not that fun
But at least there was no rain.
Yes, I am aware this is my poorest effort to date. I think you should all respond in the comments with a limerick now.