It’s been less than a week and already I’m guilty of breaking a resolution so new, so shiny and hopeful, it might have been mistaken for an auditionee on the X-Factor.
Born To Run (Tomorrow)
“Run!” I said, brightly. “I’ll run for 30 minutes, 3 times a week. That’ll be easy.” Then a child got a temperature and some mild, non-specific illness, a gingerbread house demanded that I eat it, and a few other things threw themselves in between me and my running shoes.
And so I didn’t run. I glance guiltily at my kit, neatly folded in the drawer, before slamming it shut so it can’t …