BBB
you are close, but not quite . . .
after the bath we settle down on the sofa and discuss the race in fine detail, from the troublesome nth mile when I seemed to be running backwards to crossing the finish and what I will do differently next time. The Mr mumbles in agreement and sighs with pleasure at the thought his wife is so fit, healthy, dynamic . . . its only when I lean over to kiss him that I realise that those sighs of pride and admiration are him snoring, because, once again, I have bored him half to death with race plans, training timetables and general running trivia.