It was foggy when I woke up this morning, and my nice warm bed was too inviting. Another lazy Sunday morning it was, with coffee and a late brunch of omelette Arnold Bennet (smoked haddock with parmesan cheese and a touch of cream in case you were wondering).
After an afternoon pottering in the garden, my mindset was more in slump on the sofa mode than go for a run. It was gone 4pm by the time I managed to force myself out.
I treated my trail shoes to an outing - they have been sulking in the corner for far too long now. This was my first run in the woods since the beginning of December. Oh my - this was a bit of a struggle. π€
I don't think I was in the right mindset to begin with and I just couldn't get up any head of steam. The Salomon's felt stiff and heavy compared to my road shoes and I'd forgotten just how undulating the route is. An altercation with a bramble, that wrapped itself tightly round my leg, twice, didnβt help.
I kept plodding away, determined to reach 5k, which I did eventually - my slowest by a significant amount for quite a while. The middle split even started with a 9! π± I can walk quicker than that!
Antiseptic wipes duly applied to the back of my leg β it looks like there might be a thorn embedded in there, but I canβt face trying to prise that out right now. The mud and blood on my tights will wash out and Iβm sure the next run will be better.