Juneathon day four: zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Apparently today was National Running Day.

I was supposed to do my first 20 minute run.


After two brilliant nights sleep, Mini-Ginge decided to do a two-hourly wake up call from 1.30am until I gave up and we got up at half seven. Twelve hours later, after a very busy day, I fell asleep on the sofa. Running was definitely off the agenda.

Instead I started working on the component parts of my sun salutations and while it was tempting to practise lunges and downward-facing dog because I like them, I focused on plank. I still don’t like it.