So I enjoy running, I _really_ enjoy running. I've been running several times a week for the best part of the last 18 months give or take a few weeks here or there.
My last run was truly amazing, a 10k jaunt in Lowestoft which included 2 miles along a desolate, sun-drenched coast at 7am. Nothing but waves, sunshine and empty paths. The joy it gave me was nothing short of epic.
So why am I sat here, two weeks later, watching my trainers gather dust? Every morning for the last week, I've tried to will my self out of bed to go for a run but I either a) fall back asleep, b) make too much noisy & wake a kiddy or c) use the excuse that I'm busy at work and I should head to the office instead of the local park.
I know I'll break out of this slump soon enough but how do you get out of it?