I remember when Sunday mornings involved lying in bed till mid-morning at least and only emerging because the desire for good coffee and a sticky pastry overcame the desire for just another 5 minutes under the duvet....
Well not any more! ...at least one morning of every weekend now is an opportunity for a long run (8, 9 or 10k for me) and not only do I pull myself out of bed excited about it - I've usually spent more time at work on Friday planning the route in my head!. Oh the anticipation!
The new me eh! Have to say today's 10k along the Thames was a pottering jog of a run with plenty of time to savour the sights, smell the elderflowers (very heady at this time of year) and tiptoe across a field of cows. So no PB's but a great run all the same.
Now time for that coffee and maybe even a sticky pastry (But a least the old me feels less guilty about it these days!)
Happy Sunday running 😊