My brother-in-law lives just round the corner from us. Which is nice. He and my wife hatched this cunning plan a month or so ago.
“Let’s go running at 6.30am every morning!” they said. “We’re both morning people. It’ll be great!”
I hate mornings.
Then they said, “Why don’t you come with us? It will help support us in this tremendous endeavour.”
I hate mornings.
But I agreed.
So it all works quite well for a couple of weeks. Occasionally, one of them will bail for some reason or the other, but we’re all doing quite well, thank you.
Then there’s a patch when almost everyone – except me – bails.
So they get together. “I can’t take mornings,” says my wife. “It’s so hard getting up early. How about we run in the evenings?”
That works fine for a day. “I can’t take evenings,” says my brother-in-law. “I get too tired during the day. I prefer mornings.”
So they agree. Sarah will run in the evenings, my brother-in-law will run in the mornings.
Guess what I’ll be doing, in addition to going to the gym three times a week.
Yes, I’m running in both the mornings and the evenings.
I must be mad.