Day 2 and had my arse hanging out of the under stairs cupboard to try and find anything that resembled a pair of running shoes and found my Nike Air's that I use to train in, and they still had their laces in.
Light breakfast of tea and crumpets (the toasted sort ;-p), followed by a look out of the window to see it snowing - great!! Never mind, it has to be done.
After shipping the kids out, decided a strong walk to start off with would probably be best, so plotted a 4 mile round trip to kick things off.
Kitted out looking more like someone going skiing rather than preparing for a 10K, I set off with Finn the dog and it was more like the blind leading the blind - Finn is partially sighted.
My arthritis started givin me some jip in my right hip and I could hear "stop being a wuss" in my head and caried on.
At the turn (Asda), the snow started coming down and my bins needed some rainX on them, not that I was going too fast, but getting piss wet through.
Heading up Lincoln Road, Finn decided he'd had enough but was gently dragged along (no animals were harmed in this) as we were too far from home and I wasn't carrying him from here.
Up Mill Lane and over the fields I realised that I had too many layers on and was starting to get rather sweaty, and my right achilles was starting to give me some agro; never mind.
I also started to get a stitch, strangely it was on the wrong side, opposite to where I had all of the surgery.
Onto Newark Road and Finn knew he was on the home stretch, started to gently drag me along (no humans were harmed in this).
I entered the house to a "look at the bloody state of him, you can get him cleaned up; and take your trainers off" - never mind - "how did you do love" - I also got "you haven't done that in a while have you dear hehe".
Well, time for some scran and out tonight for some fruit juice and a game of snooker.

Later Folks