What I love about the heady combination of sunshine and Juneathon is that it makes me really active. Not just with the running (or last year’s crown green bowling/golfing/aerobics exploits), but with basic domestic tasks. Admittedly last night I ignored the ever-growing ironing pile in favour of reading other people’s blogs, but I did make my sandwiches for today. By the time I went to work this morning I’d pegged out last night’s washing, done another load and pegged it out, cleaned the bathroom, eaten breakfast outside in the sunshine and run 3 miles. For me, this is something of an achievement (normally getting dressed and going to work is achievement enough). It was also a bit of a relief to find that my legs weren’t as bad as they were yesterday, so I’m going to blame the life-prolonging yoga for me being mardy.
Oh yes, the washing, it’s unbelievable isn’t it? I’m down to race t-shirts and dodgy holey socks already.
Socks and white bra all an attractive shade of murky grey now cos I’ve not got enough for a regular white wash. I also have camel toe tights on standby…
Eek! I only ever buy black bras, there’s no way a white would stay white.
If I squint I can convince myself it’s lilac…
You were always the Juneathoner with the most variety. Throwing in competitive housework probably has some potential