First run of the year

After being gently woken up by my new gadget (no, you mucky lot, it’s nothing dodgy), I felt near enough recovered after the Christmas excesses and tried to decide whether to go to the gym or go for a run tonight. I decided to go for a run and spent all day at work looking forward to it although I did at one point think I was going to be struck down by the mysterious sleeping disease but a trip to the shops to buy a new top sorted that out and I was energised again.

I get home and put my Garmin outside and opened the post. There’s an invoice from the roofer who I spoke to today who said that he’d been round on Tuesday and done my roof. I said great, thanks. Then I thought, but hang on, how do I know you’ve done the roof? I asked him if I’ll be able to see it from the street and he said um, you should do. Hmm, how do I know he’s done it without getting up on the roof and having a look? Ah well, as I said to Bernard, if he was going to scam me, it’d probably be for more than £80. He’s also called me Kirsty on the invoice. Why do people have such a problem with my name? My neighbour across the road sends me a Christmas card each year to Caroline. A woman who I work with sees emails with my name on every day which clearly shows it spelt with a C yet still gives me a Christmas card with it spelt with a K. I should have said something earlier, my neighbour might wonder why I’ve let him call me Caroline for five years.

Also with my post was a letter from my home insurance company saying my insurance is up for renewal and how to contact them if I had a leaking roof. How did they know? Did they come round and throw bricks at my roof so I had to get them to fix the roof therefore allowing them to put my premiums up? And can I get them to pay for it? Even though I’ve got an invoice addressed to Kirsty? Maybe I can get my mate Kirsty to pay for it. I’ll say this came for you. She’ll say but I don’t live there, I live in High Wycombe with a big Scottish man and a small baby, you pay for your own roof to be fixed.

And also with my post (who knew post could be so interesting I can get three paragraphs out of it?) was a card from the Post Office saying they had a parcel for me. Ooh, I love parcels, it’s either a book or some new running kit. Yes, I need new running kit. I need another long sleeve top as it’s too cold for running in short sleeves and I only have two long sleeve tops and I’m going to be running a lot more, honest, and I need a rucksack with a chest strap so I can run to the gym because the one I have is impossible to run with.

Anyway, after getting my mega-exciting-three-paragraph-worthy post (although I could stretch it to four paragraphs but do you really want to know the contents of my NTL bill?), I went for a run and it wasn’t as feeble as I thought it’d be.   In fact it wasn’t feeble at all and I really enjoyed it.  I didn’t enjoy almost getting knocked down by the car I ran in front of though. Oops, sorry driver. Better luck next time, eh?

Stats:
Miles: 2.25
Total time: 23:55
Average pace: 10:38 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.4mph
Max speed: 11.3mph
Total calories: 186
Weather: 48F