There were a couple of accidents on one of the main arterial routes out of Nottingham this evening, and it brought all of the rush hour traffic to a grinding halt for a couple of hours. I was trapped at work when I found this out, but had no appetite at all for sitting in a traffic jam and even less desire to stay at my desk after another deeply uninspiring day at the office.
The solution? I had been planning a trip to the gym after work, so I nipped out to the car, picked up my gym kit, dropped off my coat and my work bag, got changed and ran the 4 miles home in the cold, dark pissing rain.
Let me tell you - it felt bloody brilliant.