This is what I heard as I plodded to the end of my run today, from one of a group of teenage boys sat around drink lager from cans on the field at my local park.
Me Inwardly: 'Well, what an observant young thing you are sir, I think you'll find it's more like 55 minutes than an hour, but thank you never the less' *sweeping bow*
Me Outwardly: *Pretends not to hear* *Straightens up slightly* *Attempts to quieten breathing* *Runs around nearby corner* *Stops running and collapses in an undignified heap*
I didn't make 9k today, not nearly. But I did go, and I did stick it out. Some days that's enough. And it was great to FINALLY get some recognition from the local yoof
Happy running one and all,