Floral Running
Got home, and as is my want, flicked on the kettle while settling down to check out y’all blog updates. Jogblogs stream of consciousness post left me completely out of puff and I thought perhaps I could be excused this evenings training run as a result. I just started on my mug of tea, teeny weeny choolate biscuit and the next update in my feed when I heard my name being hollered, Romeo & Juliet stylee towards my non-existant balcony. Darn it, it was my cycle mounted, cattle prodding, slave driving, run enforcing, PT instructor, aka Shakti. I had to swap my unfinished brew for my Garmin and head out for an odds and sods sort of route through the local byeways in search of fancy dahlia specimens. 5k in total though so it still counts.
