After a really rough few days with some personal issues, I went off last night for my weekly longer run. My Monday night run is usually between 6 and 8k depending on how I feel.
Last night I’d completed the Flitwick loop, but as I came back to the point where I’d head back into town I just kept going and did another loop. I wasn’t thinking about running, but about the past week and all that has happened. At about 8.5k all felt good other than my right ankle going to sleep and before I knew it I’d run 10k. I could have carried on, but 10k was my goal and as I couldn’t feel my right foot anymore I decided to quit while I was ahead. I walked the remaining 1km home and got into an argument for being out so long. Fun times