I knew it. I knew I’d do it. I knew that I wouldn’t go to bed on 31st at 11 and sleep through the party time. I knew that I’d succumb to the first invitation to partake in the festivities. I knew well that I’d wake up on the 1st and break the first promise to myself for 2013; to go for at least a ten minute jog every day.
Well with the head that was on me this morning who in their right mind would attempt to inflict torture, such as a 10 minute jog would entail, on themselves? I could hardly do a gentle 5 minute walk never mind an arduous work out. So here I am feeling worthless and disappointed at myself . But I shouldn’t feel too bad. After all I still haven’t broken the 2nd promise; to blog every day. So yis can all look forward to endless rantings and ravings of a beleaguered and failed jogger for the next 364 days. Poor Ye!!!