Thoughts that went through my head:
- It's 5:30. Do I get up now or wait til 6?
- It's 6 am. 5 more minutes.
- 6.10. I could stay here and write the blog anyway - nobody would know.
- 6.11. I'd know. Get up, you lazy ********.
- 6:20. Warm up. Should have planned a route, no idea where I'm going. What if I'm headed into the "take the **** out of the newie runner zone!" Gotta be one of those round here.
- Go in the forest, go in the forest. It'll be great.
- Mud, hills, more mud. Bad plan.
- That wasn't mud. Oh. bloody dogs!!
- Gnats - didn't figure on that.
- Can't believe Rik Mayall is dead. Captain Flasheart! Kevin Turvey! Rick! AAlan B'stard! Tell me it's not true.
- Different shorts required. Doing my own weird - and not too pleasant - version of keepy uppy here.
- Another runner - pretend I'm Mo Farah! Wave like I've been out for hours!
- 60 seconds got quicker.
- Duke of Edinburgh's birthday - same as my dads. Wonder if the Greeks would take him back if we through in the Elgin marbles as well.
- 6th run already. Thought it was the seventh but I'll live with it. In fact, I'm starting seven early!
- All done. No noticeable side effects. Probably a good thing - middle aged bloke in the forest and all that....