The Return of Mickey

Miles I am supposed to run: 4

Miles I actually ran: 0.02 (to my car)

Wine drunk: 3 glasses

This morning I decided that I probably shouldn't run today. I was so tired, walking the few meters from my car to my desk felt like the longest of my life. 

This plan changed, however, when I was packing up to go home.

I was walking down the corridor, mulling over in my mind what I would like for dinner, when the I spotted the Resident Rodent scampering towards me. I picked up my handbag and bravely fled. Those few meters, which just hours before had felt like a mission, disappeared in a lightning bolt as I sprinted towards my car. 

But then a thought occurred to me. My handbag has been on the floor all day. It has my emergency snacks in it. What if the mouse is in my handbag!?!? I couldn't think of anything worse than speeding down the road, away from one mouse, only to find another scrabbling around in my car! 

So I timidly peeked in to my bag. After 10 minutes, of what turned in to frantic checking, I was satisfied that I was safe. I breathed a sigh of relief, and drove off in to the sunset to the safety of my mouse free home. And promptly opened a bottle of wine and poured myself a VERY large glass as a reward for being so brave! 

Still undecided if I am brave enough to go back to work tomorrow or not though...