I planned to run yesterday but the gremlins got to me and then I was in a grump all day. So again I planned an early start this morning. But although I got up early I procrastinated over breakfast and toilet routines, coffee and other pifflage which ate into my free time and empowered those evil sprites. Thankfully I did get out the door and had a good run. I didnt go as far as I had planned but what I did I managed quickly and in good form and got back in time for a shower and then off to Newquay or Yarmouth for surfers lol.
After so many months of running I thought I would be stronger with the demons, but they always seem to be there. I repeat all the platitudes to myself ie the old stalwarts of you'll feel better for having run and my mantra 'this is what you came for' but it still seems so hard. Anyone else still feel it's a battle?
On the upside. Garmin now says I'm 20 so shortly I won't be able to enjoy the pasty and a pint I just had.. 😂
Today's run was 9k along the camel trail from padstow to an old quarry and back. A weird very slight continual gradient for km after km as it was an old railway so very slight rise and then the opposite on the way back which was lovely.