This morning it was dull, gloomy and rainy. I had a ton of work to do after my week away so ate my breakfast and got on with it. Lots of fiddly tasks of the sort I kind of dislike, combined with a government body asking me to submit something for the third time which involves me chasing various people for information they've already provided twice. Stress! Then the sun came out.
I realised it was a couple of hours since I ate breakfast so I was into my running gear and out the door before you could say 'Gremlins'.
The sun had actually gone in by then but it was mild and pleasant, I judged long sleeved t shirt weather but I could have got away with short sleeves. Lots of mud and puddle dodging in the park. Up and down slopes. Listened to NRC's New Morning Run with Headspace. It was one of those days when I appreciated being told to stay in the moment.
As the run was nearing its end an old lady walking her dog, dressed up all cosy in a big thick padded jacket, stopped me and asked if I was cold. 'No, I'm running too fast!' I answered with a laugh, as of course I wasn't actually running very fast at all objectively.
I was probably giving a 6/10 effort, but when I looked at my stats I was surprised that the numbers said I was quite a bit slower than I'd perceived. Before I took my shower I weighed myself, something I rarely do. I'm carrying about half a stone more than I like to so am now trying to look for ways to cut down on all the empty calories I'm obviously consuming. Just as well I've eaten all the Valentine's chocs 
So now my head is clear, I'm feeling far less stressed and I've finally had a run, my first since coming home. When the intrusive thoughts about weight loss and diets happen I acknowledge them and tell myself I'll return to them later. I am in the moment, and a very nice moment it is too.
Result
Start to Run - W1L2 - treadmill
