Day 2/30 – Browbeaten

Well, the Juneathon fear is loosening its grip slightly. This morning I woke up at 4.50, which is only an hour before my alarm and therefore an improvement on yesterday. I didn’t leap out of bed with quite the same enthusiastic terror as yesterday, which led me to ponder that if this is what I’m like on day 2, what am I going to be like on day 22.

Just did 2 miles this morning, sort of  breaking one of my cardinal rules on the way – never run down a road that calls itself a brow, it may be fun on the way down, but it will all end in tears on the way back. It was misty and grey this morning, the complete opposite of what I had been promised, so I abandoned my plan of going round the lodge and thought I’d just do a mile out and back again. As I ran down the long slope of the hill, I was suddenly gripped with the idea “I don’t feel like running back up the long, slow hill, why don’t I come back up the shorter steeper hill that I never run up because I tried it a year ago and it was a git”.

I did it. In a shuffling, huffing and puffing way, but I did it. I’m now just a little bit narked that I’ve looked at it on my garmin stats and the little graph doesn’t look half as impressive as I hoped it would. Pah.

Tonight is yoga night and tomorrow is supposed to be a post-work run. I’m divided on this. Part of me says “Yay! Lie in!”, part of me says “Arse! It’s going to be hot and sweaty!” and I’m not sure which will win.