March 4

By Nadia Sam-Daliri.
AFTER a hard week, a bottle of wine on Friday was indispensable
The ensuing power nap on the slog home resulted in me missing my tube station by three stops and stumbling onto a not-in-service bus, whose driver sympathized with my degenerate state.
What the devil does this have to do with the Flora London you may ask?
Well, I’d planned a big Saturday run and felt too guilty to bail out so I braved the trek to Regent’s Park and back again.
At 17 miles, it was the longest I’ve ever run.
So, readers, take heed, get wasted and run the next day.
Although Mr Motivator would probably sneer at the audacity of putting your body through hell on a gut full of Pinot Grigio, the confidence and cockiness you’ll gain will far outweigh any expert tut-tuting.
‘Coz if you can run 17 miles feeling like your insides have been industrially blended, you can do anything.