I'm not known for possessing the sunniest of dispositions generally (understatement of the century) but my run this morning just made me feel so happy. The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect, my son had promised me a bacon butty and a bucket of tea on my return, and the world felt like a very nice place to be. I'm back to running, my previous injury seems to have finally done one, and my second W2R2 run was extremely enjoyable.
I'm ready for W3 next time, but still glad I went all the way back to the beginning again. If I'd started out with too much too soon and aggravated the injury I would have cursed myself! For once, I'm being sensible (also something I'm not well known for).
Happy Sunday y'all.