All the ones
First day of the first Janathon on the first day of the year. Hungover on New Year’s Day? Me?
I tried to get out of doing anything. I played the organiser card and used analogies such as ‘Does Simon Cowell get up and sing on X Factor?’, ‘Does Richard Branson sit in a call centre in India?’ but I was tortured by tales of … musing … having already done 20 miles (and being in Sydney, this meant he’d already done his Janathon when we were all out getting mashed) and other activities blogged and logged. Even Warriorwoman had been out at midnight for a run.
I had to do something. Anything.
So I walked round the garden. In my dressing gown. I took the long way round and went round the side of the conservatory, past the side gate, then up past the shed that Shaun’s building and past the dead brown Christmas tree and underneath the practically dead weeping willow and up to the top of the garden and then past the green not dead Christmas tree and the compost bin and past the gap, hoping no one decided to walk down the road at that point, and past the greenhouse and then back down the path to the back door and in total that was a grand total of:
Distance: 0.08 miles
Time: 1 minute 39 seconds
Pace: 20:26 m/m
Dressing gowns: 1
Sheds being built: 1
Dead brown Christmas trees: 1
Practically dead weeping willows: 1
Not dead Christmas trees: 1
Compost bins: 1