I went for a run.
It was more of a run/gasp for breath/walk/run/gasp/stumble cycle than a straightforward run. It's been 18 months at least since I attempted such a thing.
(I do frequently run for the bus however.)
I would like to thank my Fellow European for the suggestion. Little does she know that she was instrumental in making one of the least likely events of the year actually happen.
I would also like to thank the left over chocolate frosting sitting in the fridge.
Dear, luscious frosting, once I caught myself eating you off a spoon, I knew it was time to get off my bum.