Running Solo

I recently mused about long distance running being my favourite sport in school. It was something that I never really had to worry about in Physical Education, and the 2.4km stretches – while painful – were actually pretty meditative. So I didn’t realise just how starved I was for some me-time until last week, when I had the house to myself for the entire day and discovered how much I relished being alone. It had been so long – my days off have been filled up with personal appointments, laborious meetings, and the occasional messages from work, and it actually got me tired of talking to people and wanting to go for a run to clear my mind.

Unfortunately, said run didn’t come to pass because one of the above-mentioned meetings overran. Argh. So I just took some pictures with some flowers that Ottie surprised me with:

A few days ago, Ottie came home with a surprise floral bouquet for no particular reason! Funny story: I originally got super excited that he’d bought snacks home because he handed me a blue plastic bag. Either way, I’m not complaining.