To set the scene, I was a bit nervous about the old "using Twitter" bit of signing up for Janathon. You see, I've never really understood it. I had a brief fling with it some months ago and made one short and meaningless tweet. I regretted it almost immediately and promised I'd save my tweeting for something more special. Then Janathon came along. My innocence may have been lost but my inexperience remained and I wondered if the Janathon tweeps would want anything to do with me; however, they have been pretty patient as I fumble about with hashtags, @ signs and panicked mis-typing of "your/you're".
To be honest, Twitter still mystifies me and it had clearly been playing on my mind because I woke up in the wee small hours on Tuesday morning having a twitter dream. I kid you not. I think Janathon might be taking its toll, folks. Reading the blogs of our cosy little Janathon community went someway to reassure me that I'm not the only one struggling to sleep; I've read more than one reference to hallucinatory haiku and JogBlog posted on Wednesday about her insomnious iambic pentameter. Since we're all friends now, I thought I'd share what it was that I was tweeting about in the land of nod:
Some time later...
I may not be a fully fledged tweeter but I am most definitely a twit.
Day 8 - Long, dreamy run
Distance: 8.5 miles
Pace: 11:34 min/mile
Cake rating: 5/5 (a bed, blue sky, white fluffy clouds and a little bit of sunshine)
Cumulative Janathising: 35.7 miles