Run away with me

Tomorrow is the day I usually come up with my 'New' year's resolutions (today is my birthday and I don't want to risk having given up cake or something equally inconvenient for it). I'm a little early but that's because it is so similar to last year's (which went awry when I fractured 3 of my metatarsals earlier in the year), to improve my running.

This year's resolution is to do 10 miles*, at pace, by year end and these are my trusty (if battered) shoes to do it.

I took the day off (I always do this, my own personal bank holiday) and did a spot of shopping (the bags are behind the trainers) then popped in on the way back for a birthday cuppa with my lovely in-laws. Back home I was given the royal treatment - not merely a (delicious) birthday cake, but one that came with its own toddler to assist in blowing out the candles - luxury or what!

*10 miles happens to be the exact length of the London bus route that shares the number of my new age (it passes through our neighbourhood so will be convenient if I ever want to follow the route exactly).