Hot hands and a wobbly bottom

Well, I did actually drag my lazy bum out yesterday, before yesterday’s post but time got the better of me and I didn’t want to get sucked into another episode of Law and Order before bed…

Ginger (husband) and I kind of went for broke and did a lovely 5 miles. In fact it was a gorgeous 5 miles, it was just that we spoiled the gorgeousness with our red-faced wheeziness. Ouch. And again ouch. I was definitely reminded why we should do what I believe the experts call “training“. In addition to the usual achiness, my hands went incredibly hot and as each foot hit the ground, I was horribly aware of my bottom wobbling like a blamange over cobbles. Ho hum.

On the plus side, there’s some lovely baby goats in a field which look like dogs with horns and I’m now looking forward to a canalside run looking at the ducks. Just not tonight cos it’s yoga.