If you’ve already come to the conclusion that I did nothing, you’re wrong. I just didn’t do much. A mile on the running machine when I got home. It was past 10pm, so that’s good enough in my book.

It’s been one of those days where I was up and preparing work stuff just after six; getting the kids ready between 7 and 8 as normal and then the day should have unfolded nicely.

To be fair, there were only a couple of minor hiccups. When I dropped the kids off at school, Lily had left her book bag at home. While I was frustrated at the time, it was understandable (a bit). Wednesday is running club day, so she was dressed in her running gear and was clutching her uniform in a bag. The last thing she was thinking about was her book bag – despite being reminded, at least three times (as is the norm).

So I had to go back home and get the bag and deliver back to school. Before you think “why on Earth did you do that, Steve?”, Jude and I had spent what felt like an age last night getting Lily to do her homework. I wasn’t going to let all that be wasted.

With all the preparing for the first meeting and generally sorting the children out, I hadn’t eaten any breakfast myself. So I stopped off and grabbed something to scoff and drink while heading over to Bolton. It was tasty, but there was a bit of a cardboard cup malfunction which resulted in hot coffee splashing down my lovely clean shirt. I stopped off at the M&S at Bolton Middlebrook. I got a new shirt (nice) and a lovely new sun hat – Ideal for Glastonbury next week, so it’s not all bad.

Meetings went without a hitch. Back in time to pick up kids, sort out piano lessons, Tai-Kwondo get some dinner at Morrisons and scoff just in time to go back to Wigan for a meeting at the Youth Zone.

That was interesting and useful, but it meant that it was very nearly 10pm when I finally got home and was thinking about something to do for Juneathon. I had gone through the whole day without an obvious time when I could have sneaked in any decent exercise.

Determined to do something, I went on the running machine. My left knee felt as if I’d been bending it backwards. This was frustrating because my knees are quite bendy and will allow quite a bit of backward movement. Having said that, my right groin felt like it was a bit achy too. So I stuck to a slow one mile (11 minutes 50 seconds). Enough to raise the heart rate and get me a bit sweaty and smelly. Good enough to class as a Juneathon exercise.

Tomorrow and Friday are looking similarly busy. There’s a really big part of me thinking that we’re getting so close to Glastonbury that I could throw in the towel now and prepare for a week of lolling around in the mud. To that end, I’ve enjoyed a pint of perry after running, but I’ll try and get at least another couple of days exercise in before I have to call it a day for June.