Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Horrible run today, didn't enjoy it one bit. It was bitterly cold this morning and I resented the 5 minute warm up (more like freeze up) walk. Then once I got into the run, my body basically complained the whole time, while my head did an internal monologue something along the lines of "this is horrible...never gonna be a runner...bugger it's cold...look at those two speedy men overtaking me....bet they're enjoying themselves...horrible...ok, concentrate....nope, still horrible..." and so on and on...til Laura said it was over and I walked home in a grumpy mood. You would think by now I'd learnt that I have to keep focus, wouldn't you?!
Well, at least I didn't stop!
Here's to the next run!