🤣 Life's one big adventure.
Not long after DH died, almost 3 years ago, I resolved never to decline an invitation. MN loves to advise saying no to almost everything, I've found that saying yes, even if you don't really fancy it, brings a world of opportunity and have made or built some lovely friendships, met some great people, done some amazing things and travelled to places that would never have happened otherwise.
Anyway, 6 months ago, an aquaintance put out an open invitation that he was going to run a marathon in a foreign city, who wants to come? So I said "me". Them's the rules!
As a result, I'm going to spend a weekend in a foreign city with 3 people I barely know and I have to run a marathon while I'm there 🤣
The training's gone well, flights are arranged and I've just paid the organiser for the accomodation. He's only asked me for half the cost of a room, so I assume I'm sharing with someone.
Our party is, me, a man my age, his on/off but currently ex gf and a man much younger than any of us. I'm sharing with the ex, right?
What could possibly go wrong?!