This morning I got woken up too early by my husband getting up before 5am to do something at his computer which, I think, woke my 4 year-old who came through at about 5am. Suffice to say that I wasn't entirely happy about this and, by the time I took my son to nursery I was something of a grumpy crosspatch. After I had come back from nursery and put my bicycle away, what I really wanted to do was to crawl back to bed and just stay under the covers. What I actually did was go to the local rec and do my 2nd run of Week 2. Good decision. I'm not sure exactly what it was but in the 4th 90s run I found myself "in the zone" and would go so far as to say that I was enjoying the run. I really went for it on the last run (after all, I didn't need to save my energy for any more running) and by the time I got back home I was in a much better frame of mind.
I would still prefer that my men-folk didn't wake me up at silly o'clock in the morning but it's nice to know that I can fix things a bit by going for a run!