I've been really tired since being ill after Christmas or you could call it lazy! I only managed a couple of runs in January, and am starting to wonder if I will ever get my fitness back. And then I watched The human race, a documentary yesterday and found all my enthusiasm again Woke early, only to find a duvet full of gremlins.
Oh I ache, this aches and that aches.. maybe I shouldn't bother " but your legs don't ache!" Whispered little miss positivity.
Willow after being lectured the other day about being encouraging said come on.
So we went. To the river. Tides in And rowers are out.
Willow walked and off I ran, 20 minutes of sheer joy ( that's little miss positivity again.) The rest of me had brought a few gremlins along, this is hard, it's busy here, might as well turn round and go back, but.... A few grins from runners going the other way and chasing one who passed me until I realised I can't keep her speed up so slowed down made me realise I'd got rid of the pesky little things, caught up with Willow and walked together back across the bridge and home
That was wonderful