I don’t even know where to begin with this one… We are
casually sitting there last night watching the footie and Mr D starts looking
at dates and getting excited that we have a free weekend at the end of
September that is also the same weekend that the Bristol Half Marathon is on. I
casually tell him that he is mad as it’s just a few weeks away and how I have
slight running envy as I’ve aimed to complete one so many times its just stupid
to which he responded “Ooo don’t worry I am entering you as well”
So there we have it….. In 12 odd weeks I am “running” (I say
this loosely as its more like a walk run scenario) 13 bloody miles! Mr D is
telling me to look at it as a fun run (to be honest I am not sure how 13 miles
is fun!) and just go with it. He’s promised me that we are doing it together
and he will stick with me so that’s reassuring but it doesn’t stop the fear!
Aside from that he stupidly mentioned last week that we
should “dress up” I don’t know how we got on to that conversation but I am kind
of tempted to hold him to it… Not sure what look to aim for but some I’ve found
are:
Fred & Wilma?
Peter Pan & Tinkerbell?
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