Ok, we had pizza last night. Rather a lot of pizza. I'm blaming that for the vivid and unpleasant dreams I had. I woke up half an hour ago crying - bizarrely I have a really strong urge to pull on my trainers and go for a run.
Bad timing - today is a rest day. I'll settle for a cuppa and a walk on the beach with the dog.
I did not expect this - the DESIRE to run. After such a short time of trying it too...I'm starting to understand why it's so hard to get my patients to rest if they're runners. This thing is addictive.