I now have a muse in this blog writing. I have just asked the husband if we are supposed to be running this morning; we try and run three times a week. We spent yesterday at a wedding, so it was a late night and there may have been Guinness and gin involved in the day, so we feel a bit slow this morning. And he got in one more run than me this week due to the vagaries of work travel , so he has got to his three runs.
So the answer to the query to this morning’s running obligation was an emphatic, “no we’re not.” I know we are supposed to be running, but the emphatic response was followed by, “I thought we should take advantage of the Bank Holiday and ask why do today what we could put off until tomorrow”. That is possibly not the way to live the whole of life. But it is a great way to really relish the Bank Holiday weekend, we have a whole three days to fit in everything we usually do over two.
It is three days of sunshine in which to enjoy all the lovely things we do at weekends. Sounds like most of it will be at walking pace rather than running. In itself that is a holiday from the usual pace of life and just what long weekends are all about.