You may have noticed there’s a Monday-the-twenty-eighth-day-of-Janathon shaped gap in my blog. I tried and tried to think of something I did yesterday that was even slightly energetic, but all I could come up with is peeling a satsuma and I’m not sure if that will count?
Today isn’t over yet but I’m still feeling as energetic as a dead slug and so I’m not holding up much hope for any Janathon-based activities unless reading John Betjeman in preparation for tomorrow’s seminar counts. Trouble is, I haven’t been able to stay awake while reading since Friday, and even I wouldn’t be cheeky enough to count sleeping as exercise, although there must be some calories burnt by snoring? (Not that I snore, of course, what with me being so ladylike and that.)
Update – bonus limerick!
I felt slightly bad for having slacked yesterday (there is still half of today left so I’m not going to feel bad about today yet), so here’s a bonus limerick (please don’t show it to my poetry tutor, she’ll think there’s been a terrible mistake and take back the 1st she gave me last year).
There once was a runner in Kent
Whose Januarys were mostly spent
Dreaming up ways
To blag through the days
Only leaving the rules slightly bent
I planked for 30 seconds. I planked while counting to 30, anyway. I count quickly…