Too tired. So much on. My shoes are embarrassingly holey. No convenient time. Can't get up early in the morning. Always have Little Bun with me. Can't push the buggy up those steep hills. No money.
But the prodding got a little sharper the other day when, with the lovely weather we've been having I started thinking that perhaps it would be quite nice to have a morning walk. But when could I do it? My mind protested. 6 to 6.30am would be do-able came the reply.
I forgot to set the alarm of course but woke up at 6.03am. Lying in a warm bed, tired from the night, the day, the week, the month, the year before, trying to decide to get up and do exercise is a challenge.
Dear Lord, I'm going to need all the help I can get. It's 3am, I can't sleep and I'm blogging. Early wake up call is at 5.45am.