I've been trying to get fit for a little while (quite overweight and generally useless). Today I ran my first ever three miles without stopping. I felt so chuffed, I decided to treat myself to a bubble bath and glass of wine.
What I didn't realise is that, as I soaked and daydreamed, my husband could hear me narrating my post-win BBC interview with Gabby Logan when I win the London Marathon.
I'm too embarrassed to leave the bathroom.