Some days are real bastards, and the last thing you want to do is go for a bleeding run. Today was one such day... :mad:
But run I did - such is the power of the new force in my life in the form of
the marathon schedule. It was just an 8km easy, but some days even that seems like an inexcusable and outrageously unfair demand on one's life. But as is usally the case, the bastard runs you really don't want to do turn out to be doddles, and this proved to be one of them,
and with a nice endorphin hit to boot.
So ultimately it was a very enjoyable run. I wonder if I'll still be saying
that about similar runs another ten or twelve weeks down the track?
Stay tuned to this crisis channel, dear viewers.
Track
du jour: U2's
Miracle Drug.