Today had been a day set aside for doing all the housework that hasn't been done for the last two weeks. I knew there was furniture under all that dust, and it's nice to see it again. I also braved the supermarket for the weekly shop, which I'm sure is equivalent to a five mile run.
We very nearly went swimming last week, but dodged out of it at the last minute. We rashly promised the children that 'we would go swimming today, no matter what', and although they seem to forget about tidying rooms/doing homework/ cleaning out the pets, they had remembered our promise to go, so go we did.
Unfortunately, my heart just wasn't in it. A close relative is very poorly in hospital, and suddenly my goals and priorities seem very trivial in comparison. I managed 22 lengths, but gave up in favour of returning home to sit by the phone.
At least I've done something today, fitness-wise, and can now get on with the serious business of carb loading in preparation for Friday's 20 mile run. The big question is, can I count chocolate and cake as carbs? I'm going to say 'yes'.
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