I woke up this morning, realised in a panic that I hadn’t been shopping for hours, and had to spend the afternoon worshipping at the supermarket when I should have been running. One task bled into another, and eventually it was 20:45 when I got out.
Dark of course, but not cold. The 3½ run was more of a struggle than I expected. It’s true that I’ve not run much in the past couple of weeks but I thought the Cliveden plod might have blasted a bit more energy through me.
