Not quite a run for your money
15/07/06 14:20 Coffee machine moments
Damn.
So I get up this morning all raring to go for the Sport Relief mile. The child-minding had fallen through so I was going to have to take my daughter, but no matter. It was going to be fine.
Then she was tired. But that was OK, we could walk.
Then she started straining to put her trainers on. How long, we asked, have they been too tight? Quite a long time, was the answer. OK, we thought, the school plimsoles came back yesterday - but these, too, were on the small side, it turned out. And she was flagging even whilst putting them on.
So rather absurdly I'm sitting here having raised £215 (many thanks to all who donated) without having run a mile. I promise, promise, promise I'll do one, even if it's on the treadmill at the gym.
But if anyone spends all of Monday mailing me about how it went today, don't be surprised if I sound a little frustrated.
So I get up this morning all raring to go for the Sport Relief mile. The child-minding had fallen through so I was going to have to take my daughter, but no matter. It was going to be fine.
Then she was tired. But that was OK, we could walk.
Then she started straining to put her trainers on. How long, we asked, have they been too tight? Quite a long time, was the answer. OK, we thought, the school plimsoles came back yesterday - but these, too, were on the small side, it turned out. And she was flagging even whilst putting them on.
So rather absurdly I'm sitting here having raised £215 (many thanks to all who donated) without having run a mile. I promise, promise, promise I'll do one, even if it's on the treadmill at the gym.
But if anyone spends all of Monday mailing me about how it went today, don't be surprised if I sound a little frustrated.
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