I sit here at the laptop having prepared the Sunday Dinner and looking out of the window at the threatening rain and bending fence panels. The birds have long since deserted the feeders which only leave the upturned toys strewn across the garden by the wind to look at. The thermometer tells me it is no warmer than 6C and the wind is saying something even lower.
My heart is telling me that I need to get out and knock a few miles up, but my head is telling me to stay in and watch the Grand Prix. I know my head will win and that if this was a glorious day in June I'd have been out early this morning and I'd now be planning my evening run.
Does this make me a wimp, or just plain lazy or both?
My heart is telling me that I need to get out and knock a few miles up, but my head is telling me to stay in and watch the Grand Prix. I know my head will win and that if this was a glorious day in June I'd have been out early this morning and I'd now be planning my evening run.
Does this make me a wimp, or just plain lazy or both?