Tonight started out as one of those runs where I was thinking I was neither going to enjoy it much or even make it to the end.
Sometimes they just seem to go that way, but out I slogged under a leaden sky.
Past windmill and lakes with a brief nod to the steamy mondeo in the layby, my leaden legs did plod.
Soaked 25mins in as the sky opened but my mantra was repeated through gritted teeth "this is what you came for".
And grind it out to the end I did. 6k done and only the short run left to cool down week 2. Onwards and upwards magic runners