Another poor night's sleep, although an improvement on yesterday.
Lyrics: You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Yesterday's lyrics were, being St. David's Day, from a Welsh woman (no, not Poppy!): Shirley Bassey, with Big Spender. In fact the first Welsh person to have a number one.
And for those trying not to be big spenders, if you message me I can send you a code for 10% off at sportsshoes.com, plus free postage. Let me know if you didn't get your codes LMH and WP.
What: possibly short and easy and possibly fitness suite
Why: me, me, me. A friend (or I should probably now say, ex-friend) sent me a video clip of someone running in the LFoM in Hyde Park. It seems to be a little fat old man wearing my Alehouse vest, and to make matters worse he is wearing my purple racing shoes with the purple sparkly laces! The bounder, as they used to say!
Well done to the bakers and Polar Bears!
And hopefully we will be saying well done to parkrunners and racers this weekend.
Must see if I can get a little more beauty sleep.
Progress is rarely a straight line. There are always bumps in the road, but you can make the choice to keep looking ahead.