There is chicken pox doing the rounds at my daughter nursery, and whilst so far we seem to have escaped it, myself and the baby have both been unwell with the cold the past few days. Today, more out of a sense of duty than anything else, I decided I should go training regardless. On my schedule today was a 2.5K run, and then a 2.5K walk back home. Knowing how thirsty I get when I run, I decided to take a drink with me. After I stopped running I produced my drink, which I had cleverly (or so I thought) carried in my pocket in a baby bottle. I guess if I am honest I can’t blame the guy who passed me STARING at what looked distinctly like beer, as I so desperately drank from my bottle while my jelly legs made me stagger and sway slightly. NOTE TO SELF: Next time DON’T take apple juice.
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