Ah, it was like last night never happened. Tonight I wanted to run, I looked forward to running and (despite the slightly grizzly knees) I enjoyed running.
Despite my enthusiasm, I’ve reached that point where I’m a little bit bored of my evening run routes. I ummed and ahhed about a route, until the conversation went, “well what about that one” “but that’s hilly” “yes I know” until Ginge chased me out of the house with a water pistol.
Although hilly, I managed a pace that I would have been happy with on a flatter route and before I knew it, I was back at home and ready for our slightly premature haggis.