My natural alarm clock woke me up at what I thought was 6.45 and not wanting to go back to sleep and leaving it too late to run, I was out of bed and downstairs for a large glass of water before any gremlins had a chance to scupper my plans of an early morning run. I made Mr R. a cuppa and returned upstairs to get into my running gear. He shuffled around and looked at the clock as I pulled on my shorts. “Do you know what time it is?” After a brief exchange about weather conditions he pointed out that it was actually only 5.55 and that I’d read the clock run. It must be a sign of age!
So this morning, another year older, and I’m displaying signs of confusion already. Turning down the suggestion of a lie in, I was in my kit so I might as well go out now anyway and at least I’d be out before the sun got to hot. I decided on the 1960s playlist this morning as I was born in 1964 and it seemed fitting for my birthday run and I was soon dynamically stretched (as dynamic as you can be at that time in the morning) and out the door.
It was lovely being out so early as it was cool, with plenty of shade and a refreshing breeze. After my overheated run on Saturday evening I was determined to enjoy this one. Obviously getting up so early had foxed the gremlins who must have still been enjoying their slumbers as they didn’t pop up once to put me off my stride.
And although another year older and wiser, I was also pleased to find that I’d also managed a personal best. 10k in 57 minutes! That was a birthday treat in itself.