My colleague Mel is being very supportive of my running efforts. So, every Monday and Wednesday we've decided to go for a jog after work together and we've entered a 10k race at Longleat in February, so we're aiming for that. If all else fails, maybe we'll see Ben Fogle?
We had some lovely encouragement from a couple of well-oiled chaps sitting on a bench by the canal this evening. "Keep going, Princess!", they chirruped. It made us smile. I think one of the things both of us fear is that people will make derogatory comments about us as we jog about, but actually, nobody has ever had anything nasty to say: so far.
Then I went to play tennis, which I'm thoroughly useless at. If sending balls flying over the boundary fence and hitting cars in the car park (mine is parked well away from where I know we'll be playing) is the aim of the game, I'm onto a winner, but I'm told it's not.
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