Not only did I resist breakfast this morning, but this evening I ran.
Yes, I ran. Just over 3 miles along the canal on a cool evening. It wasn’t easy. My physiology was traumatised.
The Leeds & Liverpool canal isn’t a particularly relaxing place to run, as I’ve mentioned before. It seems not to be a recreational route, like ye merrye olde tow-pathes of home. You use this path to get somewhere, though in my case, god knows where that might be.
Is this the kick-start I needed? If I’m honest, no, I don’t think so. There’s some hard work to do first, but it may just be a step towards that kick start.
