That's not a rest day Lizzy!
At 6 o clock I grasped the nettle, put on a white Tshirt, reflective vest, flashing armband and a headtorch and left with the family verdict on my attire ringing in my ears:
'You look ridiculous.' (husband)
'...a complete twerp.' (teenage daughter)
and did 5 miles at 1/2 m pace along dark country lanes. On the way home a car slowed down behind me - it was my husband, redeeming himself by nipping out to the offie for some wine. Cheers!